Compo story 2 (edited by me and checked by Catherine :D)
The owl hooted eerily outside my window. I stole out of bed and tiptoed out of my bedroom. I opened the door and crept out of the house. I gave an audible sigh of relief when I managed to get out. I knew I had to get there fast. Otherwise, it would be too late.
I fished out my hand phone and dialed for Dylan’s number. There was no response. What was happening? Was my plan going to fail? “No! If it fails again, I will be in jail once again,” I mumbled to myself. I broke into cold sweat when I thought about my experience in jail. It was terrifying. I had strokes of the rattan cane almost everyday. I had no freedom at all.
All of a sudden, I crouched in pain. Tears rolled down my eyes as my stomach started grumbling. I felt my heart beating faster than usual. I had no idea what was happening but I picked myself up and continued running down the streets. I hoped the drugs would not be discovered by the narcotics officers for it would be too late.
Then, my hand phone rang. It was Dylan! He said that the box of drugs was safe and told me not to worry. I stopped running. How could the narcotics officers not know that the drugs were with us when they received the news from our enemy, Fred?
Fred was our enemy since we were twelve years old. When he declined our first offer of the drugs, he threatened to tell the police about my consumption of drugs. We were full of hatred. Now, he is a narcotic officer and he seemed to be trying to track down the both of us.
We were frightened and Dylan wanted to transport the package of cocaine to an empty island which his uncle worked in. I supported his idea but it was very dangerous. I continued running till I reached the port. I saw Dylan there smiling triumphantly. I thought we had succeeded but I was wrong.
“F-R-E-E-Z-E!” Some police officers came out of a broken house near us and pointed their guns at us. I stopped dead in my tracks and my blood froze. However, Dylan let out a demonic laughter. He took out a little controller and threatened to press it if the police shoot them. I had no idea what the controller was. Could it be a bomb?
I quickly grabbed the controller and pressed it. The small house which they were in started to collapse and pieces of wood and bricks came down like rain. They were trapped in the house. I saw Dylan grinning like a Cheshire cat. I was indeed happy too. We quickly rode the motorboat bought by Dylan and rode towards the island. We hugged each other and knew we had succeeded. Then, there was a sound behind us.
“It’s the police!” I shrieked in horror. Some police officers were in another motor boat and their boat was getting nearer and nearer to us. One of the police officers took out a gun and shot the motor of our boat. Our boat stopped and started sinking into the water. I was struggling to hold the remaining air in my lungs. I began to sink deeper and deeper into the water. My arms and legs were flailing frantically. Was I going to die?
Suddenly, I was pulled up by someone. I spun around and saw the police officers behind me. I knew I would have died if they did not save me. However, I would suffer in the cell once again. As I was too tired, I closed my eyes and soon drifted to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I found out that I had returned to “the cell”. I lost my freedom. I had failed myself once again. “NO!” I screamed out loud. I could not do anything as it was too late.
The End~

Compo story 1 (edited by me and checked by Catherine :D)
I stole a glance at Mark. Ever since Mark had become a head prefect, I knew that I had lost to him. I became a loser in front of him and his gang. I lost my face completely and now I was surviving in my own ‘world’. I had no friends. None at all.
When Mark and I were Primary 1, we were in the same class. I could remember vividly that we were the best of the best friends. We encouraged each other, helped each other when we had problems. Mark then soon became my “brother” and we respected each other. However, things soon changed when we reached Primary 5 as we had an argument. Mark did not talk to me at all after that and we soon became enemies. I felt remorseful but I did not have the courage to apologize to him.
Mark looked down on me when he was chosen to be the head prefect and I was the assistant head prefect. However, I was happy in another hand as my results were better than him and in fact, it was the best in class. I always sit at the back of the class and I was really lonely. I had no one to talk to.
While I was trudging home, I passed by an empty shop which was going to be opened soon. As I was trying to look what was inside, something caught my attention. A sound was coming from a corner of the alley next to the shop. It was familiar. The next moment, I could recognize it without a doubt. It was Mark! He was with his two “accomplice”, Robert and Steve. They seemed to be demanding money from a little, scrawny boy. The boy was so thin that his bone could be seen from the outer. He was also very weak. He crouched at a corner and sobbed helplessly.
“Give me your money and I will let you go! Hand me your money!” Mark bellowed. I knew he wanted money to buy a new MP3 as I heard his friends say that Mark wanted it badly.
I looked at Mark once again. His long disheveled hair fell over his face, hiding his expression. He wore a loose, ill-fitting jacket over his school attire as he did not want to be caught. Robert and Steve had square, chiseled jaw and broad shoulders. Even though they looked as if they were good people, I knew that I could not “judge a book by its cover”.
I watched them kicking the boy hardly on his stomach and the boy was shouting for help loudly. I knew that I had to do something about it. I could not let the poor boy suffered. I had an urge to somehow save him. I was the only one who could do it but I knew I was a coward. Then, I decided to do it. I ran forward and shielded the boy. They were taken aback but soon let out a demonic laughter.
“Richard, do you think you can protect him? I think you should protect yourself first! A loser like you should think before you act otherwise you will get yourself in trouble! ” Mark teased me.
This time, it was for real. I had hit the roof and it seemed that I was at the end of my tether. Like a mad dog, I charged forward to them and gave each of them a powerful punch. Then, I took them down one by one. They lay on the floor, grimacing in pain. I was shocked. Did I win them?
I continued to kick them till Mark cried out, “Sorry, Tom..! Let me go! I will not make fun of you anymore! Just let me go! I beg you!”
However, I was not pleased. I wanted him to pay back what he had treated me for those years but I could not bear to hit him. He was still my friend after all. I knew I should not continue to attack him. I stopped myself and started to break down. Big tears rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them away and told myself that I should be happy as I had beat Mark for the very first time. I smiled. I felt that I was like 'Superman' flying in the sky at that moment. Before I left him there, I said in a cold tone and warned him, "I will let you off this time. There will not be another time. Trust me." When he heard it, he shook in fear as I had an evil grin on my face. I then left the alley.
I talked to the boy, assuring that he was safe and even treated him to a lollipop at a nearby shop. When he grinned from ear to ear while licking the lollipop, my heart softened and I gave a broad grin. I continued to chat to him until the sun set. I went home after that, feeling victorious.
The next day, I was shocked. Little did I know that the boy’s parents had told the principle about the incident! I was given a badge for my courage and Mark, together with his two “accomplice”, had a public caning. I was known to be a hero after that, and I was the most popular person in my school!
“Is this a dream?” I asked myself.
The End~