One school holiday, I decided enough was enough. When my crooked friends came for me, I pretended not to be well. I said I felt awful and wanted to rest. When they had gone, Cucu demanded to know what I was up to. I told her I was just tired of their company and the horrible activities we did. I said I was tired of the suspicious looks from the villagers and just did not want to be seen with them. 

I decided to quit the gang. But what was I going to do? That evening, as I walked home, the only thing I was sure of was that I was not going to be messed up again ...