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Thursday, May 3, 2012

10th Reflection

Worst luck that happened in my life is when i was 13 years old. On 2006, i am a form 1 student at SMKG2. The school is new, so there are no hostel occupant, no occupant at teachers apartment, no security that guard the front gate, its just new. So, this is what happen. The school's bell is ringing to show that its time to go back home. Its was 4:30 pm, all the students go back to their own home while i'm waiting for someone to pick me up. After a hour, no one came up and the number of students who are await for their bus are decreasing. Firstly i don't feel terrified, because i know that someone will pick me up. Then, i wait, and wait, the clock shows 6:10 pm. I started to feel worry, and its just the two of us that left at that schools, me and my friend, Zie, who i still didn't know her that time. We chat for awhile, and then her transportation has arrived. I become alone at the school, its dark and scary. I decided to wait until someone shows up. The clock shows 6:30pm, and still no one shows up. I was thinking, that if i stay a little longer, i might be in danger. So, i decided to walk home. On my way to the highway, a lot of guys just finished play football, they're on their way to the Yayasan Sabah's hostel, which is near with my school. So i'm scared that if something will happen, but they're nice guys. As i'm getting closer to the highway, i started to cry. Along way to my home, i cry, and cry. Suddenly, from the other side of the road, some car honk at me, as i see the car, i was relief, it was my mom. Then, my mom picks me up and she asks me what's wrong, why am i crying. I just told her, i was scared, that's all. Moreover, my mom ask me if my brother came to pick me up from school, and i just confuse. On our way to home, we saw my brother stay at the park chatting and laughing with his friends. My mom pissed off, and open the window, shouting at my brother, angrily. So, we were at home, and my brother quickly come home. He was scolded by my mom. Lastly, i found out that, my mom tells my brother to pick me up from school, but he doesn't do what he was told. I hate that day.

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