The War Continues (III)
Remember I've ever mentioned about the gossip among the students that said the local police was going to check our cellphones? To put it briefly, let's just go to the story then. In the morning when I just arrived at school, I saw my friends were busy with their cellphones. I knew that it was because of the gossip so they're busy deleting any suspicious messages. The atmosphere was so tense, so I ended up deleting my messages because I was so nervous. I even deleted a message like this;
"Fa, do you know-something-something-key?"
Just because it has word 'key', I thought this message could get me into a trouble so I deleted it. But actually, that message is about my brother asking me where was the key to my parents' room -,-
And after that, the bell rang. Alas, today's really my bad day, we got one old man and one woman. The old man made us to put our cellphones in our bags. After put it into my bag, I secretly waved my hand to say goodbye to my little ones.
The test was hard like Math. I could only answer 26 numbers and the rest was cheating/gambling/asking the way to solve it to the smartest student in class (again). To make it harder, the oldman was watching over us very thoroughly and he really likes to wandering about so it's hard for us to cheat. Damn you, mr-old-man!
P.S. In my iTunes, the Play Count for 'Sweet Disposition' by The Temper Trap has reached 70 after I downloaded it a week ago!
Cheers,
Fathman
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