You know that feeling of getting caught right in the middle of an act? When doing something bad, I mean. No body cares when he's caught doing a good deed, in fact, we feel proud of ourselves when caught doing a good thing, right? Like caught when eating the extra ice cream in the middle of night when you always claim it was your junior sister that couldn't even make a comprehendable sentence. We all had our moments.
I (aka Que) remember sneaking out of school through the back gates in grade 10 when I was in highschool with my friends (Soph and Kevin). No, I wasn't a bad girl. Just a random act in the spur of the moment. My friends had jumped over the fence and I was the last to go, let me tell you, it wasn't easy for the little fatty I was, and a sincere advice, don't.
