By olujay on Skatehive
We had to leave as early as possible. Otherwise, there'd be too many people trying to get buses home. To think 4:30 AM was good timing, we found more than 300 people had the same plan we did. Now, getting home was going to be a puzzle. But some other people had certain plans—malicious ones. It was still dark, though there were lights around, but they couldn't suffice. Sticking together wasn't easy, and we were a group of twelve. On our search for a way to return home, we suddenly stopped. Someone's phone had been stolen from their pocket. "What?" Some of us exclaimed, surprised at the news. It was a gospel concert for crying out loud. No fear of God? But one of us did something unexpected. She felt she saw the thief, and then she ran after him. I was shocked she did that. The rest of us were just frozen, and even the victim had already accepted what had just happened. Now we didn't even know what to do. We had no idea where she went; we couldn't leave, so don't get separated; it was st