BlackjackBoy

Wow . How on earth did this even happened?         It was on Friday evening when we opened the vault. The sound of the safe door opening made us feel thrilled. Well, any thieves would have liked that sound. Randy started to stuff the golden coins and jewellery into his large bag without having a time to feel excited. My adrenaline was already starting to surge as well when I saw those golden coins and jewellery. I've only seen this in movies, and never did I expect to see them in my life. The girl was screaming and yelling her head off as she witnessed the scene. She ran from one end of the vault to the other end, danced and jumped around. I thought she was being too much, but I let her be. When will this kind of moment appear in her life again? Although her crazy laughter was quite annoying, it was fine. Since we opened the vault.         Her mad laughter didn't stop even when I was tying a knot of my third bag of golden coins and jewellery. Then, it happened. She

Arhh! Again. I am having this unpleasant and weird feeling that someone is looking at me. In my room. This is getting scary but also annoying. I hate it when people stare at me or even look at me without any reason. And I am getting this feeling of being stared, in my own comfortable room? Where there is no one except me? So I turn around immediately upon receiving that weird feeling, and there is no one. I see the same things- my bed, closet, a tall rectangular mirror and my room door that is colored in dark brown. There is no one in my room. I am not scared. There is no ghost in this world. Then, I suddenly imagine those horror and thriller movies where the killers or ghosts hide in the closets. Ah. Fuck this. I am not gonna bother about it. After a minute, I just feel the need to open my closet just to check whatever the hell it may be inside. I slowly go up to my closet. Jason Voorhees If I open my closet, would Jason Voorhees from Friday

Randy got into an accident and was sent to an emergency room in a hospital. He was hospitalized. He got into a two-people room and hence met a roommate. The roommate also met in an accident and lost an arm, and she was in a fatal state. She also did not had any family members, and Randy wanted to care for her. He talked to her frequently and listened to her problems well. They became very close friends. After a month, Randy had finally recovered and could leave. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, his roommate was away. She was busy with her surgery. However, he was too excited to go back to his home and meet his friends that he just left without waiting for his dear roommate. Randy enjoyed his life with friends and games as he was no longer sick , and totally forgot about his roommate. After a few days, he remembered about his sick roommate and felt extremely guilty. 'I must go back to the hospital today and talk to her, and see how is she doing.

I flip open my Math textbook to start doing my homework, in reluctance. 21 pages of Math questions to complete. Oh my god... I check my school diary: two Physics worksheets, a Chemistry exam paper, Geography Textbook questions and an English essay. What the fuck...? What am I seeing? How the hell am I suppose to complete even half of those homeworks? I know I am a freaking school student, and my current job is to study. But isn't this too much? Seriously. How will doing so many of these Math questions, like Trigonometry and Differentiation going to help me in my future life? Unless I become a Math teacher, which I won't. I try to solve a few Math questions. After solving around seven questions and skipping a few questions which I do not know how to do, I start to feel very tired. Forget this Math homework first. I am going to die if I continue. I guess I will start studying Physics textbook before start doing the worksheets. ' Specific latent heat of fusio