Our Time Is Running Out
-Posted by Squid

Went to school in the morning to study with my friend Kairen. In the afternoon, potato, Alfie and Crespo came and join me. Potato came slightly earlier and started asking Kairen, who happen to be from squash,whether he had seen any squash people around. It was pretty obvious what he was coming at, and it was pretty easy for Kairen to guess it as well.

Unfortunately, for all interested parties, the little squash player was nowhere to be seen. Sort of an anti climax but we must always remember our priorities in life and right now it is to study hard. Why? Just look at the title.

Damn. As I am blogging right now, Man U is 2-0 up in 15 min and I have yet to finish my blog.

So I shall make it quick. We barely studied, when we headed off to the squash court at 4. Kairen seems very intent to play squash and very frustrated with his math. But unfortunately, it was locked up. But then we thought of a potentially fatal way to get it. There is this area on the second floor above the court, and it is accessible by an unlocked stairway. So Alfie climbed over the safety bar and somehow made his way down to the first floor. He proceeded to open the locked door from the inside. Yes he could have broken something and not make it to the A levels but that was thrillingly rebelious fun.

Edmund and his gal came and join us. But we soon got bored, no thanks to the fact that squash to us is like soccer to Potato. So we decided that we belong to the soccer court and left to do what we do best-play soccer. No we are noob, if I am giving you the false idea that we are pros.

At this point, the writer could not resist the man u game any longer. He is apologetic but knows that his fantastic friends will complete this story on his behalf. He hereby thanks them before kldgjaklfdjgkldjfdkla;jfjdfkladsfhkdjksfhjka PZZZZZT. (teleported to Old Thraford)