𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ||

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As I turned a corner, I heard their voices. Cheng and his friends were gathered outside a small shop, chatting animatedly. I paused, curious about what they were discussing. To my dismay, I realized they were talking about me.

"Did you see him in class today?" one of Cheng's friends asked, barely suppressing a laugh. "He was so clumsy, he almost knocked over the teacher's desk!"

"Yeah," another chimed in. "He's been acting weird lately. Always looking lost and bumping into things."

Cheng nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "I bet he's just embarrassed because of what happened yesterday. Did you see his face when we all stared at him?"

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I listened to their conversation. I had been trying so hard to stay out of trouble and avoid attention, but it seemed like my efforts were in vain. Their words made me feel small and awkward, and I wished I could just disappear.

Positioning myself behind a sturdy pillar, I noticed a peculiar sight. A bicycle, adorned with colorful accessories and tinkling bells, glided past me at a leisurely pace

Curiosity piqued, I decided to follow the mysterious rider. Picking up my pace, I began running alongside the row of parked cars, determined to keep the bicycle within my sight.

The vibrant cityscape blurred past me as I focused on maintaining a steady pace. The wind tousled my hair, and my heart raced with anticipation.

The rhythmic sound of my footsteps merged with the background noise of the city, creating a symphony of movement.

As I continued my pursuit, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Every corner turned, every storefront passed, brought me closer to uncovering the secret that lay at the heart of Cheng's group's excitement.

Moments later, my eyes caught sight of a man approaching Cheng and his friends, his purposeful stride indicating authority.

With a stern expression, he motioned for them to move away from the commotion they had caused. Cheng and his friends reluctantly obeyed, casting a final glance of mischief in the direction of the bicycle.

With a disappointed sigh, they walked away, their laughter fading into the distance.As I sat on the side of the road, observing Cheng and his friends engaged in their impromptu display of kung fu, I decided it was best to distance myself from the situation.

I moved toward the other side of the street, seeking a quieter and less troublesome path.Just as I began to cross, a sudden splash of water caught my attention, causing me to turn around.

To my surprise, Cheng's friend stood there, drenched from head to toe, the victim of an unexpected attack. My eyes widened in shock as I looked up to see a man nonchalantly throwing a dirty water bucket out of his window.

Confusion washed over me when I heard my last name being called out, accompanied by Cheng's intense glare. The accusing stares directed toward me sent a shiver down my spine

Fear and uncertainty gripped me, prompting an instinctual response. Without pausing to rationalize, I began to run. Panic welled up inside me, clouding my thoughts and leaving me with no clear direction to follow.

But in the midst of the chaos, a flicker of hope ignited within me—I knew there was a safe haven waiting for me at home.

Driven by a desperate need to escape the accusing gazes and find solace, I continued running aimlessly through the unfamiliar street.

Each turn I took only deepened my disorientation, but the thought of the sanctuary within the walls of my house propelled me forward.

As my breath grew ragged and my legs protested against the exertion, I pushed myself to go further. The surroundings blurred as my focus narrowed solely on putting distance between myself and Cheng's group.