A WORST FRIEND
A brightest weekend of the month, we were having our class teacher's birthday party. We were having a blast, the cake was delicious, decorations were great and our favourite teacher happier than ever.
On that day, I showed my friends how terrible as a friend I am. Without a second thought I stole my best friends watch but luckily no one haven't saw me. I couldn't resist myself but he doesn't had a doubt on me because he believed in me more than anyone in the class. And then I came back to home and showed everyone that the watch was a return gift from our class teacher and my mother and father believed this without hesitation. Everything was going well and no one took me as a suspect.
Then on Sunday, I was full of regrets because I lied to my parents and wore a mask of a trusted friend. I thought to write an apology to him and confess that I took his watch but I doesn't had this much courage to write my name own name on it, so I wrote 'loopin' on the letter but doesn't give the watch to him. The next day I just put that letter in his bag and when he open it he immediately handed it to the headmistress. The headmistress arranged a inspection and matched every students handwriting with the letter and finally she caught me. After that she took me to her office and said to confess, I tried to hide the truth but she heard what she finally wanted to hear. Now I felt more guilty than ever.
There's a phrase ' to hide one truth you have to give a hundred lies '. I did what I could but the truth was I am a lier and a thief. The headmistress told everything to my mother, class teacher and to my best friend. And finally I saw my trust on everyone was breaking into pieces. I became a thief infront of whole class, i made my mother cry and ruined my image infront of my class teacher.
The matter was closed by giving me a warning letter signed by my mother. It took a year for my mother to comeback to her usual self, after that incident no one ever talked to me, I sat alone during lunch periods where others use to be with there friends, even there was a rudeness on my teachers voice and my mother never talked to me from then. I was sitting in a room of complete darkness. Its been so many years after that incident but whenever I look into my warning letter or that place or that headmistress and class teacher, those memories starts teasing me and every single time I want die so badly. I wish I had a time machin.
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