One day, I was feeling blue on my unlucky day. As usual, I went to my college together with other friends. Wearing blue jeans, brown blouse and brown veil, I confidently walked down the street. Try to stay cool because that day I would enter Mr. Jamaludin class who forbid every student to wear jeans at his lecture. Many people said he is a strict one. But I I don’t really care, I just don’t like wearing skirt, maybe I don’t get used to it. I wear it only once in a blue moon. Then I keep wearing jeans anywhere I go, including to my campus.
With my awareness, I knew I break the rule. So I played safe by sneaking in the crowded, following other friends to the class. Finally, I could get my seat in the back row. At that time I was in the pink that I could avoid his punishment. Deeply I took a breath and felt so relieved until one of my friend, wearing tight jeans just walked in front of Mr. Jamaludin. Then my unlucky day was just getting started. I did aware she forgot about the rule then finally he caught her red handed and began blue in the face. He told anybody who wore jeans to get out from his class out of the blue.
Willy-nilly I followed her out from the class. But it didn’t mean we stop studying. Then we went in search of another place to learn together. Finally mosque became our destination and we spent rest of the time sharing each other. At least, I got a new experience to colour my life.
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