I'm in the car now, and my friends are chatting. We are all thinking of a way to get out of what I've gotten myself into. I also don't want to do something that could put our driver, Edgar, in a tough position.
Trina: Just pretend you're not feeling well. Go back to your house and pretend to lock yourself in the room, then sneak out.
Trina's suggestion made me think. It's a brilliant idea. I was able to go through the window until I got down to our front yard. Yet I know that's impossible because when I go home and say I'm not feeling well, our maid will call my brothers, and before I knew it, they were there.
"I'll go later. I'll just catch up. I'll just take my boss's daughter to school," I heard Edgar say. He is talking to someone on the phone.
"I can't do anything, dear. I have to do my work first. I'll follow. Just video their dance first." Then he hung up.
