dj1126 /
Oct 10, 2009 #1
I chose to talk about a significant experience in my life.
It's not yet close to being finished, but I just wanted to get some feedback on what I DO have so far.
Basically, it's about how I got accused of doing something that I did NOT do. I had to leave my country after that incident (dad found new job) and i never got a chance to help them realize the truth.
I wanted to mention near and in the conclusion how "I" accuse people nowadays without any sort of evidence, and how that's wrong (poorly worded yes i know).
here's waht I have so far...THANKS SO MUCH IN ADVANCE...you guys are great people :)
I did not want it to end the way it did; and the frightening reality is they will never know the truth. Just the bare thought of it brings tears to my eyes. I feel both regret and hatred, but I still forgive them. The next day, I am reminded of it again. Sorrow. Grudge.
Forgiveness.
Did I deserve all this stress, this burden? How could this possibly happen to me out of twelve-hundred other school mates? Why me? The thought comes back and attacks me time to time.
"You did it. Don't lie. I'm going to report you," a classmate said as he approached me.
"Do what," I chuckle, skeptically.
"Don't give me that."
I feel a sudden pang that stiffened my entire body, turning my fingers and toes cold.
It was only two days after we had written our mid-term exams, and I did not have the energy to think about the accusation. I was quite relaxed during the time, and I wanted nothing to ruin it. I was a feather.
I was not expecting the storm.
I found myself confronting a group of students in the hallway. They displayed the same facial expression as the classmate I spoke to the other day, and when their eyes met mine, I knew right away that they were not happy about something. It's got to be me. I try finding a way out of the imminent trouble but there isn't anyway; I'm just going to have to face it ï whatever it is.
"You sure? We're pretty certain it's you. You wrote that on the bathroom wall."
Rumor has it that I wrote using a permanent marker two names ï a boy and a girl ï on the bathroom wall with a heart drawn between them.
Any thoughts...thank you!!! :D
It's not yet close to being finished, but I just wanted to get some feedback on what I DO have so far.
Basically, it's about how I got accused of doing something that I did NOT do. I had to leave my country after that incident (dad found new job) and i never got a chance to help them realize the truth.
I wanted to mention near and in the conclusion how "I" accuse people nowadays without any sort of evidence, and how that's wrong (poorly worded yes i know).
here's waht I have so far...THANKS SO MUCH IN ADVANCE...you guys are great people :)
I did not want it to end the way it did; and the frightening reality is they will never know the truth. Just the bare thought of it brings tears to my eyes. I feel both regret and hatred, but I still forgive them. The next day, I am reminded of it again. Sorrow. Grudge.
Forgiveness.
Did I deserve all this stress, this burden? How could this possibly happen to me out of twelve-hundred other school mates? Why me? The thought comes back and attacks me time to time.
"You did it. Don't lie. I'm going to report you," a classmate said as he approached me.
"Do what," I chuckle, skeptically.
"Don't give me that."
I feel a sudden pang that stiffened my entire body, turning my fingers and toes cold.
It was only two days after we had written our mid-term exams, and I did not have the energy to think about the accusation. I was quite relaxed during the time, and I wanted nothing to ruin it. I was a feather.
I was not expecting the storm.
I found myself confronting a group of students in the hallway. They displayed the same facial expression as the classmate I spoke to the other day, and when their eyes met mine, I knew right away that they were not happy about something. It's got to be me. I try finding a way out of the imminent trouble but there isn't anyway; I'm just going to have to face it ï whatever it is.
"You sure? We're pretty certain it's you. You wrote that on the bathroom wall."
Rumor has it that I wrote using a permanent marker two names ï a boy and a girl ï on the bathroom wall with a heart drawn between them.
Any thoughts...thank you!!! :D