Fiction: Group 4
When the black troop turned and left, I finally knew who they were: the police. People might think
that I would be completely shocked, but I was not. I always knew that there were two sides of the same
matter.
The streets were still sleeping in the early morning, but that’s what I needed. I rushed back home,
packed my stuff and dashed for Hong Kong. The police was threatening me that my family would be
doomed if I didn’t pay. But I didn’t have a family, so who could be doomed if they didn’t even exist?
Back to where I am now. The wave was still caressing the coast. The breeze was still freezing cold.
The police couldn’t find me here, at least for now. It was night time now, who knew what would happen
next?
