Exhuming the buried Talent
This evening, Adrian was coming from the farm, riding on his motorcycle. There were two paths that lead to the farms. One was very short, the other was long and it leads to the village's Secondary School, too. Because it was May and it has rained heavily the previous day, the road which Adrian usually took became muddy and slippery. It could slide his motorcycle Tyres and made him fall down with the loads of fire-woods on its backseat.
"I will take the second route," Adrian said to himself, turning back. "Though the route is longer but it’s better than to fall into this mud. Perhaps, I would have the opportunity of seeing my former school again,’’ he smiled.
When Adrian zoom his motorcycle near the secondary school, he heard some cheerful noises. This made him ride faster toward the school to see what was happening.