Inourlives,wewillcomeacrossdifferentkindsofpeople,andexperiencesomethingwhichmakesussmile,angryorcry.Ican’tforgetthatsomethinghappenedtomysisterwithherfriends. ItwastwoyearsagothatIwenthomeafterschooltohaveadeliciouslunchasusual.ButIfoundmysister,Shirley,wenthomelate.Atthebeginning,Isupposedthatitwasherteacherswhohadpassedontoomuchknowledgetothem,soshecamehomelate.Iaskedhertowashherhandsthentakethelunch.Inpeacetime,shewouldsharesomethinghappenedintheschoolandtoldussomethinginteresting.Tomyastoundment,shekeptsilentandlookedupset.Insteadshowingthedetailsofhermorning.,shejustloweredherheadandeatingquietlywithtearsrollinginhereyes.Iquestionedherwhethertherewasunhappythingabouther.Shejustshookherheadfrequentlyandsaidinafrighteningandtremblingvein,“No,no,no,nothinghadhappened.”Eventhoughshehadpretendednothinghadhappened,Icouldjudgethattherewassomethingwrongwithherfromhercryingandupsetface.IwassoworriedaboutherthatIinsistedaskingher.Undermyperseverance,shecriedloudlyandsaidthatshewasthreatenedbyherfriendswhowerealwayslateforschoolandphonedShirleyinthesleepingtime.Herfriendsmademefeelterrible.Afterknowingthat,Iwastooangrytocontrolmyself,forwhichIcouldn’tbearotherswhomadeafoolofmeandplayedtricksonmyfamilymenbers.Icalledthosegirls’parentsandtoldwhattheirgirlsdid.Althoughthismatterwasresolvedsoon,theunpleasantanddepreessedexperiencestickstomymind.
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作者:梁莹莹
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