Sharon's POV—
This situation has worsened. My luck is like mood swings of a person suffering from bipolar disorder. Totally unpredictable.
When things seem to appear good, it always diverges into a bad situation. A wise man once said, 'Expect the unexpected or else, it will enter your ass.'
Here I am, locked up in a cage, in the middle of a street. Countless villagers surrounded me and were looking at me with disgust.
"Can you open the cage? I am not lying! Really! The kid is lying. You shouldn't believe him." I yelled, trying to prove my innocence for the nth time. How could a kid be so vicious?
The village chief hit his stick on the ground. He sneered, "Why should I believe you? A foreigner, huh? I know people like you very well."
You do? Hah, am I gonna be inducted into the hall of fame of perverts?
