Creative Writing: Am I Expelled

Am I Expelled?

All I could see were two sharp angry beams of light, cluelessly paving its way through the still, composed darkness of the night. There were no streetlights and the moon was a wretched shade of blue, almost non-existent on the vast empty sky that was layered with a thick layer of fog. I managed to get a tiny glance at the sky, which was uncontrollably grim for a night that would change my life forever.

The night suddenly became more intense, like when a ship saliently follows the smooth sea until suddenly BOOM! The sails come crashing down, the winds start devouring into the wood and then the people themselves, they then realize that they’ve been hit by a storm! Slowly they start fading, sinking into the sea that had already engulfed a large part of the ship. A similar situation arose when those beams of light started to focus on the four of us. It got closer and closer.

Suddenly it became clear, I shrieked, “Just fucking run! Throw the booze into the bushes

I stood there, I could here them by now, a mob of angry but concerned people started chanting together in a palette of different languages.

I knew this was my moment of ultimatum. I took the jump, the hangtime was short but the force with which I came down made me twist my ankle. “Not so spy like huh?”

I ran, never looking back except for one shriek I heard which were probably one of my friends, the adrenaline was still very much alive and kicking. What a night this had turned out to be I thought as I let out a big sigh. I quickly made my way to the dormitory, not concerned about the people that got caught.

By early morning people had already learnt how last night went and I could see people looking at each other confused, maybe because I had to ditch my friends who didn’t take a chance or maybe because I wasn’t expelled. YET! Just a few seconds later my name was