True or False stories
Story 1:
Being the only child of the family, my parents have always restricted me of what I want to do, what I can watch and where I want to go. There is no such thing as “freedom” in my life until I went to polytechnic. Because I expressed my thoughts to them one day, saying that I am no longer that child that watches pokemon and doraemon every weekend. I have already grown up and I should have my own freedom of what I want to be, I want independent! After persuading/ confronting them for quite a couple of times, they finally let me go and I finally feel my sense of freedom when I have chosen my first poly course that I want to go.
Story 2:
I hate my primary 3 teacher, she has chosen me for class monitor just because I look chubby. Being a class monitor was just a figurehead. She would still pinch my cheeks when I never hand in assignment. She gave this stupid reason that because I look strong, so I have to help her carry books to class everyday. Hence, whenever I saw her, I would try to avoid. However, I still keep her home address, so that maybe some days when I grow up, I can seek for my revenge.
