I packed my schoolbag and hesitated. The teacher stood on the platform and began to speak. I stood up unconsciously and made a gesture of leaving, because I was afraid that the teacher would drive me away. I felt that the teacher's words were going deep into her heart, and I was still standing there out of control. I gradually put on my schoolbag, and once again I wrote down what I should do. Then my eyes shifted from her to the clock. As time goes by, I feel that I am still there. I still stood there, looking back and forth between "two points and one line". Finally, the teacher's speech was over, and I saw my friend wiping tears. I realized that I had chosen the first path. At this time, I hope she can pack her schoolbag quickly and we can go home quickly.
This is my first choice, and she thanked me after choosing it. I believe our friendship has deepened. Although I don't know whether this choice is helpless or gratifying, I'm sure I don't regret it!
My first choice
God, what should I do? I found five books lost for more than half a year in my good friend's house!
Last winter, I, who always liked pop songs, took great pains to borrow five pop songs from a classmate. I want to take them home and enjoy them. Unexpectedly, all five books are gone. I paid a heavy price for this, not only lost my book, apologized and was scolded, but also got the title of "losing things". What bad luck. I was depressed about it for a long time.
However, yesterday morning, at my friend's house, there were five books on the bottom shelf. I have looked for them many times and asked them many times! ..... No, that's impossible! Yes, it must be wrong. How can she steal my book? We are like sisters! However, this book is so familiar that I feel uncomfortable ... scotch tape, blood, blood ... Yes, this is indeed a book I borrowed. I clearly remember that day I accidentally tore a page of a book, accidentally cut my hand while cutting tape, and blood dripped on the book ... Oh, my God! I hardly have the courage to watch any more. I just feel that the blood stain seems to have turned into a ferocious devil, gaping at our pure friendship. Everything seems to be gone, and my mood suddenly falls into the abyss of the trough. I was confused and walked out of her house. Tears have flowed out. I can't believe it, but I have to accept this terrible reality.
What shall we do? There are only two ways before me now: one is to ask for books. But in that case, we will definitely turn against each other and have no friendship at all. If the students know, my friend's reputation will probably plummet from now on! Second, don't make a reservation. Although this is good, it can avoid a lot of troubles, everyone is good, friendship can be maintained, and her reputation is fine, but it is difficult to calm my heart. Besides, although there is friendship, it will not be pure feelings as before, but only superficial perfunctory. What is even more frightening is that she does not repent and then develops. Alas! Asking for a book is not, nor is it. This really puts me in a dilemma!
After careful consideration, I decided to talk to her quietly about books. Not only five books, but also the purity of friendship.