I am a boy. 18 years old. Louder? I am a boy. I have nowhere to go. No, that's not right, I have, had a house. I used to have a house. Where is my house? Here, this is the address. Why am I here, not inside my house? Oh, I ran away from my house. Why? I was bored watching shelves of books in my room, I was lazy to flip their pages, to dirty my hands with their dusts. So I went out and wandered around. Suddenly this idea popped into my mind: Hey bro, let's run away from your house. Since I have nothing to do in my hand, I decided to follow this idea. No, I just feel like it. Hey! I am not childish! Sometimes you need to sway along with your mind, isn't it true? Ok, of course I brought my purse with a few RM50 notes inside, and pursued my runaway journey. No, nothing happen to triggered my feelings and forced me to escape from reality. I DIDN'T escape from reality. I am EMBRACING the reality. My homework? Haiya, I have finished them already. Don't believe? See. All up-to-date. Tomorrow I will pass up my homeworks. What do you think I am? Running away from my house doesn't mean I have to stop going to school, stop passing up homework. Where should I sleep tonight? Hmm... nevermind, I will think about it later. How about your future? What if they publish your picture on the newspaper? And cuttings with sobbing parents in front of the camera facing the reporters? And my name? Stop! so many questions! Ok, ok. Perhaps running from my house is too troublesome. Fine, I will go home after I end this game.
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(Swing swaying with a rusty sound)
(A boy swinging thoughtlessly in an abandoned playground. Sparrows chirping and leap from branches to another.)
(A man walks over and occupies the swing beside the boy.)
(Swinging sounds multiple and echo against the abandoned playground.)
(Both the man and the boy remain silent.)
(Sunset, boy stop swinging, stands up and wipes away the muds.)
(Empty swing swaying.)
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