Double Dorm Invasion
I fidgeted with my sleeve as I watched my friend pick the lock of student housing block C. He was squatting in front of the door, playing around with two tiny hooks, his dark hair shining in the moonlight. I though I heard something rustling behind me and quickly I turned around. Nothing. Only a empty plastic bag. ‘I don’t know Steve.’ I said. Steve looked over his shoulder and with smug grin on his face he opened the door. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve done this a thousand times.’ With a...