Sunday, February 10, 2019
SORRY, itââ¬â¢s my entire fault. :: English Literature Essays
SORRY, its my inherent fault.I wish I had not done it. If I had been more than sensible, the accident would not put one across happened but its no handling saying that now. One day at school last term, we didnt have truly much to do. The teachers had all gone to a supply meeting, and most of us in exercise 4A were chatting, joking and reading magazines. Vincent, who had to make believe for an overseas examination, was the only one who was working. He had a large physics book in front of him and was making careful notes in an mould book. He looked so serious that I suddenly had a improbable idea for a joke. I crept up behind him and quickly snatched his specs from his face. The others in the class roared with laughter, as I took him completely by surprise. crimson the female childs over on the other side of the room giggled. One girl t hoar me to give the furnish back., but I k pertly(a) she was not serious. Everybody was enjoying the joke overlook for Vincent. Please , he begged, give me my glasses. He stood up and moved towards me. I move round and threw them to Raymond, who was behind me. Unfortunately Raymond wasnt expecting this and he missed them. The glasses fell on the cement floor and both lenses were shattered. One or two people laughed, but then the room fell silent. They had been pricy glasses with metal frames, and the lenses were tinted. Vincent had to wear them in the sun as healthful as indoors. Vincent, Im sorry, I apologized lamely. I meant it as a joke Vincent didnt reply. Ill help you buy a new pair, I promised. But he wasnt listening to me. If he had been angry, it would have been better but by ignoring me, he made me feel very small. I didnt know what to do. A lot of us in Form Four came to school by bicycle or motorbike. Vincent had a motorbike, given to him by his father. I was rather jealous, because I came on an old bicycle, the same one that I had been using since I was in Form Two. After school I saw Vincent go to the stand by the gates, pull out his motorbike, get on it and ride off alone. I felt extremely sorry about what I had done, but I thought that if I could find enough money for a new pair of glasses we might be friends again.
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