You could hardly believe
that your best friend could have done something like this. A wave of fury swept
over you.
The story is an example of good content and great language:
A
Misunderstanding I
A cool blast of
air-conditioned air greeted me as I stepped into the school
library. I made a beeline for
the rows of shelves filled with books immediately. It was recess time and I had
dropped by the library to borrow a book. Just as I was browsing through some books, an annoying girl in my class,
Alice, came up to me. Alice was a
pain in my neck and a thorn
in my flesh as she always found ways to dig out our classmates’ secrets
and would use the information to mock
them. That day, Alice had a mischievous
grin on her face as she taunted
me about my deepest secret –
that I had gotten last in class in the mid-year examinations.
I
blushed hotly in shame. At the same time, a
red cloud of anger descended over me like a shroud and my blood boiled.
My best friend, Lynn, was the only one who knew about my secret. How could she betray me?
My
anger grew as thoughts about my friendship with Lynn flashed through my mind.
We had been bosom friends
since Primary 1. We hung out together, studied together and stayed up till the wee hours of the
night to exchange our aspirations and dreams. We were closer than
sisters and were inseparable.
When Lynn needed money, I would give her the cash without hesitation. When she
needed a shoulder to cry on, I would be there. How could she do this to me? I
was so fuming mad that I could not contain the molten rage within me.
Brushing
aside Alice’s taunts, I stormed to Lynn’s usual
haunt – the school field. Lynn looked at me with a welcoming smile on
her face. The sight of her treacherous
face made my boiling blood simmer over.
‘How
could you do this to me? I thought we were friends!’ I spat at Lynn. ‘I hate you!’
A look
of bewilderment crossed her
face as she stammered, ‘Wha…What’s
wrong? What did I do?’
Furious,
I swung back my palm and hit her across her the cheek. Lynn cried out in agony
but I was indifferent. Before
storming away, I told her coldly, ‘You are no longer my friend!’
I
returned to the library to calm myself down. The hatred I bore towards Lynn was
beyond description. Just then, out class monitress came up to me and handed me
a book – my diary. She explained that I had left it under my table in class and
Alice, being a busybody, had flipped through the pages and uncovered my secret.
A sharp stab of guilt twisted
in my heart as I thanked the class monitress. I realised I
had jumped to conclusions and
acted too hastily. A wave of remorse
crashed over me as I recalled Lynn’s woebegone face when I hurled
the spiteful words at her. Guilt
was gnawing at my insides as I hurried back to the field in search of
Lynn.
Fortunately,
to my utmost relief, Lynn was
still in the field, with a look of
melancholy on her face. ‘Lynn?’ I whispered as I approached her gingerly. ‘I’m so sorry! Please
forgive me!’ I went on to relate
the incident to her and thankfully, Lynn forgave me. As Lynn and I embraced each other warmly, I realised how fragile a friendship
could be and vowed to cherish Lynn.
Cherilyn
Lee (P6)
Chongfu
Primary School
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