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On the Way Home

It’s dark on my way home in the evening.
Fortunately, I am accompanied by the light of a social worker’s motorcycle.
Why does the social work always check my homework in a detail way?

I’m tired after school. My English teacher just blamed me for not memorizing the English words. I was assigned to write the words 20 times in addition to my homework. I can’t go home at nine o’clock again because of the English assignment. All of my classmates have left. I also want to go home early.

Damn! Damn! It’s all the English teacher’s faults. The social worker is picky too. Keep me here so late. What the hell? Ask me to correct every little mistake in the words that I just wrote down. Damn it! When can I finish it? You have a lot of homework, don’t you? When you sit beside me, you are always drawing on a pile of paper with a red pen. You social workers indeed like to correct homework, but I don’t like to write homework at all.

This one should be fine, shouldn’t it? After the social worker nods her agreement on my leaving, I say good-bye quickly and rush to the basement to ride my bike. She likes to keep me so late every time. It’s half past ten. It’s extremely dark on my way home. My brother says there are ghosts in the front corner. I always feel cold when I pass by. Hence, I’m afraid to pass by there every time…

There! There! There is bright light…
Goosh! It’s the light of the social worker’s motorcycle.

Today she is a little bit late. I am almost reaching the corner. Where does she live? Whenever I arrive at my house, she is gone. She rides fast too. Is she afraid of darkness as I am?

Though I often go home late, it is thanks to the light of the social worker’s motorcycle that I can go home without fear. She lights up my way home, so I’m not afraid of the possible ghosts. Hummm…the social worker isn’t as bad as thought.

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