Valentine's Day (part II)
VALENTINE'S DAY (II)
We all gave our cards to each other the next day during our classroom party, and a few minutes later the teacher called my name. I looked up and saw Esther standing next to the teacher's desk. I knew I was in trouble. "Do you know why I called you up here?"
the teacher asked. I shook my head no. I figured I had nothing to lose.
the teacher asked. I shook my head no. I figured I had nothing to lose.
The teacher handed me a card and asked me if I had seen it before. It said, "Brush your ugly teeth." I thought maybe I could bullshit my way out of it. "Maybe I've seen this card," I said, "but I'm not sure, I mean, I've seen a lot of cards today and after seeing so many cards in one afternoon I have trouble remembering each one." That sounded good to me.
I could see that she did not believe me. "Sidney, stop lying and tell me the truth. Did you write this card?" I told her I did. "How would you feel if someone wrote you a card like that?" she asked. I knew I would feel hurt, but I did not want to say that. I stood there staring at the ground.
I was in trouble = byl jsem v průšvihu
I shook my head no = potřásl jsem hlavou, jako že ne
I figured = myslel jsem si, říkal jsem si
hand = podat
I have trouble remembering... = těžko se mi pamatuje...
I would feel hurt = cítil bych se ublíženě
stare = zírat
I shook my head no = potřásl jsem hlavou, jako že ne
I figured = myslel jsem si, říkal jsem si
hand = podat
I have trouble remembering... = těžko se mi pamatuje...
I would feel hurt = cítil bych se ublíženě
stare = zírat
The teacher told me to apologize to Esther. I did. Then I went back to my desk and sat down. I wondered why Donny and Mike did not get called to the teacher's desk. Then I knew: Donny and Mike did not write anything horrible to Esther. My two best friends tricked me. I looked over and the bastards were laughing about it.
I didn't trust them after that; but the worst part is that I still feel bad about what I wrote.
I didn't trust them after that; but the worst part is that I still feel bad about what I wrote.
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