Scenario 2:

Every week as Joan and I hiked past the dilapidated house, it still looked the same as it was the week before, but it probably just got a bit dustier. If we took time to slow down or even stop, just to observe the house carefully, we would have noticed something we would never have spotted, which was the cargo inside the house. On our twelfth week for the year, we were taken aback by what we heard: vociferating orders coming from the house. We both signalled to each other to creep nearer to the house, painstakingly and discreetly. "Yes boss, the drugs would be sent to the boats by midnight." someone responded. "Excellent! Remember, you nincompoops, you have to collect the money first before you send anything out! And check if the notes are real or fake, if we have collected fake money... all five of you shall and will earn back the five hundred thousand dollars spent on those drugs!" someone else reprimanded. Then, I saw the cases and boxes of drugs, approximately fifty of them, all piled up in one corner of the house. As we both gawked in disbelief at the amount, someone had caught sight of us.

Scenario 3:
I tried to hold back the tears that were trying to force its way out and the lump that had seemed to formed in my throat unexpectedly. Why did they have to do it? First, the bag with the blemish, then the raw eggs cracked into the interior of my bag, now my pencil case, shredded and discovered in the rubbish bin of our class. A few boys were snickering at my misfortune, soon, they had spread the word about my tragedy around the class and everyone had a comment to say to each other. My anger had overtaken all the other emotions, I was feeling enraged. What did I do wrong to deserve this? I had asked myself repeatedly. This was overboard, I could just feel my face hardening, and I felt like rasping with grave deliberation at those boys. Just then, Mr. Morris entered the classroom and the whole atmosphere of the classroom changed with a snap, everyone became serious, the few boys who first started snickering started chewing on their lips, their faces grew pale and their palms grew clammy, afraid that I would tell on them, and that was what I did: Leave it to the one with the greater power to handle this catastrophe.

- CELIA