Living far from home has always been my wish. I really enjoyed it when I was in high school and I had to live in the dormitory due to the distance from home to school. I love living without my parents or guardians at least for some months,maybe two or one and a few weeks. I just feel more free without my parents around but I get tired of this freedom most times.
I was very happy when I got admission into the higher institution. The university my parents called"The home of freedom and place to live one's chosen life". My parents normally told me that in the university,one acquires a great freedom from the parents or guardians,it is then left for the person to live a good life since no one is there to caution.
Now I got admitted,I had to leave my home to go to the school hostel. In the hostel,I met a lot of friends,the calm ,the noisy,the lazy and the social ones. I loved the social ones. One day, Steve, the most social guy in my room, told us about a birthday party he was invited to. We(my roommates) all agreed to attend the party.
It was the D-day and we left in the evening time but this party started very late and was dismissed by midnight. We didn't know where to go as the hostel gate must have been locked by that time.
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Since Steve invited us, he tried to quench the little anxiety in us by telling us to follow him to a hotel and he would take the charges on himself. On our way to the hotel while we were passing the dark street, we heard a loud voice,"Hold it there or I will shoot your skull!!!" Before I could turn to see my friends,they already vanished to where I couldn't phantom out.Then the guy dressed on black hoodie and a mask approached me and asked me, "What's in the bag?" I couldn't answer as he snatched the bag from me and disappeared. I was lucky he didn't shoot me and happy because the only thing in the bag was my tissue paper. I normally go out with my tissue paper to clean dusty seats and dry my hands.