It was the art class and the teacher placed Henry beside me. Suddenly, he jogged my elbow and made me blot my painting, a two-week work for my little sick sister.
With great anger, I said something1to him. ""l didn't do it purposely," he calmly replied, which displeased me a lot.
I2him back by pushing him to mess his work. "You did that on purpose!" Henry shouted and even raised his hand. The teacher saw it, which made Henry stop and3his hand down quickly. "I shall wait for you outside!" he said4At that moment, I felt a little bit sorry and5what I did to him. In fact, he was always so nice and I remembered him being6to help me whenever I had difficulties. What should I do?
Maybe I should say sorry to him,7it seemed too difficult for me. I tried to, but the words "excuse me" stuck in my throat. I said8at last.
After school, while I was walking back home alone, I discovered Henry9me. Wondering what Henry would do to me, I stopped,10him, a ruler in hand. He stepped forward. I raised my ruler, trying to show him I was not afraid." No, David,"11a kind smile, he waved my ruler aside." Let's be friends as before." I stood still in12.
"We'll have no more13, will we?"
"Sure, never again!" I said in excitement,14nodding my head. Looking at the ruler in my hand, I15it in two.
The ruler, though now in half, will forever be a reminder for me not to misunderstand a friend.
