“Owwww!” Robert yelled, backing away from me. “That hurt!”
“What do you mean? I just hit you with my jacket!” I said, laughing. Robert was the cutest boy incalss, and I had a major crush on him. I hadn’t meant to hurt him; I wanted him to like me. Besides, it was just a lightweight jacket.
But Robert didn’t act like someone who had been hit with a lightweight jacket. He was crying and holding his left shoulder.
“What’s going on?” our sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Mobley asked.
“My shoulder... It hurts!” Robert groaned.
“The next thing I knew, Robert was heading to the nurse’s office. And I, bewildered, was marching back from recess and into our classroom with the other kids.
We started our spelling lesson, and I tried to pay attention as Mr. Mobley read the words for our weekly practice test.
Then someone knocked on our classroom door. When Mr. Mobley opened the door, a student volunteer from the office handed him a not. Every pair of eyes was riveted on Mr. Mobley. A note from the office usually signaled big trouble for somebody. This time, the somebody was me. Mr. Mobley looked up from the note and said, “Julie, Mr. Sinclair wants to see you in his office right away. He says you should take your belongings with you. “
Oh, no! I was being sent to the principal’s office. What would my parents say? With all eyes now turned in my direction, I dragged myself over to the coat hooks and grabbed the offending jacket. Embarrassment floated around me like a dirty cloud of dust.
How could a stupid jacket hurt anybody? I wondered as the door clicked shut behind me. I slid my arms through the jacket sleeves and slipped my hands into its pockets. Huh? My right hand closed over a head, round object. I pulled it out. I had forgotten that my brand-new Duncan Imperial yo-yo is in my pocket. I felt my legs weaken. So I had hurt Robert not with my jacket, but with my yo-yo. As I crossed the courtyard to the principal’s office, I prayed, please don’t let Robert be hurt too badly. And please don’t let Mr. Sinclair call my mom.
When I reached the office, the school secretary ushered me in to see the principal without making me wait-not exactly a good sign.
“What happened, Julie?” Mr. Sinclair asked. He came out from behind his big wooden desk and sat on a chair next to me.
“We were goofing around… and… I hit Robert on his shoulder with my jacket. I… um… I guessed I had this in my pocket.” I opened my palm to show him the shiny red yo-yo I’d bought with my allowance. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I was only teasing. I didn’t mean to hurt him.” Little snorting sounds were coming out of my nose now, and my shoulders were heaving with barely suppressed sobs.
“I know you well enough to believe you. But Robert has I knot on his shoulder that’s about the size of your yo-yo. His mother is very upset. She’s taken him to the doctor.” My head hung so low, it nearly touched my knees. More than anything, I wanted to melt into a puddle and trickle away under the door.
“I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” Mr. Sinclair went on. “But because Robert was injured, I had to send you home for the rest of the day. Please wait in the outer office until your mother comes to pick you up.”
My eyes widened, now I’m going to get it! I thought.
I had plenty of time to think while I waited for my mother. I was always trying to be the “perfect student.” Straight A’s and praise from my teachers were rewarded with more praise and affection at home from my parents. What will happen now? I wondered. I had never been in trouble at school before.
Ten hopelessly long minutes later, my mother opened the door to the office. Her face looked serious. “Come on,” she said. “You can tell me about it in the car.”
During our short ride home, I told her the whole story.
I’d been teasing Robert because I had a crush on him. I hadn’t meant to hurt him. We pulled into our driveway. “I’m s-s-sorry, Mom,” I said. My body tensed, ready for the punishment I knew I deserved.
Mom leaned on me, and I sucked in my breath, waiting to see what would happen. Would she yell? Would she slap me? I really don’t know what to expect.
My mother put one arm behind me and reached across in front of me with the other. Then she wrapped me tightly in a hug.”
“I never told any of you kids this,” she said, “but I did something even worse when I was in elementary school. I bit a boy on the arm- on purpose. I got called to the principal’s office, too.” What? My mother who never did anything wrong, had bitten a boy at school? The thought was too funny. I caught her eye. “I guessed we’re just a couple of troublemakers, aren’t we, Honey?” Mom said with a smile.
“I guess so,” I said. In spite of the tears streaming down my face, I started to laugh. Pretty soon, Mom was laughing, too.
The next day, Robert was back at school, recovered except for a little tenderness. As soon as I saw him, I apologized, and our lives went back to normal.
But something important had changed. I had learned that life goes on, even when you make a mistake, and that a child can grow up to become a wise adult even after doing something foolish or hurtful. And to my great surprise and relief, I learned that I didn’t have to be perfect to be loved.
Okay, this story is actually copied from chicken soup for the preteen soul. ;X
and then i translate the WHOLE STORY by myself, (with some help by Debbie and Jocelyn)
into Chinese! Because im suppose to tell the story in Chinese.
“owwww! 罗伯特·喊出来” "痛! "你指的是什么? 我只用我的外套打你! "我笑着说。 罗伯特·是在班上最可爱的男生。我也很喜欢他。 此外,那只是一个轻便外套。 但罗伯特·的反应像被打倒一个很严重的东西似的。 他不停地哭。 “发生了什么事? "我们的第六年级老师先生、莫布利问。 “我肩上。。。 疼啊! ”罗伯特·说。然后罗伯特·便向护士办公室去。 和我,迷惑不解,就走向休会后,进入我们的教室和其他小朋友。 我们开始拼写教训,我注意莫布利先生所读的,我们每周实践检验。 突然有人敲我们教室门。 莫布利先生在打开门时候,一个学生从办公室交一个字条给他。 每一双眼睛都看在莫布利上。
一个字条从办公室通常显示大麻烦了。 这时,那个人是我。 莫布利先生看着字条说,“julie,辛克莱先生要你去他的办公室。 他说你也要带你的书包去。所有眼睛都在看着我。我觉得很尴尬。
我一边走一边想着，“怎么一个很外套能伤害了别人?“ 我便把我的手放进外套里面. 发现里面有我刚刚买的球。 我的腿部开始变弱。 难道,我伤害了罗伯特·不是因为我外套,而是我的球。 当我进到办公室里,我在想着,请不要让罗伯特·伤太重。 也请不要让辛克莱先生把这件事告诉我妈妈。
当我到达办公室侯、学校司带我去看校长。 “珠力，发生了什么事? "辛克莱先生问。“我们直是在玩。可是我没想到外套里面的球打到了罗伯特·的肩上。我从来没想到要伤害他。”说完后，我开始哭了起来。“我相信你。 但罗伯特在肩上受了伤。 他的母亲听到后很不高兴。 她已经带罗伯特去看了医生。我知道你不是要故意伤害任何人, 可是罗伯特受伤了, 所以我得告诉你妈妈送你回家。“辛克莱先生说。我听到后，开始慌张了。我心里想着如果妈妈知道这件事后，她一定会骂我一顿！十分钟后，我妈妈到了学校。“来把整个发生的事告诉我吧。妈妈说。在我们回家的途中,我把整个发生的事告诉她。”对不起，妈妈。“我说。我以为妈妈知道这件事后会骂我。所以我心里有准备了。可是她突然回答，“你知道我有一个秘密。我以前像你这个年龄的时候，我故意咬了一个男生的手。校张也骂了我”我听妈妈说后，觉得很惊讶。原来妈妈以前也想我这样。“我猜我们是一对很会惹麻烦的人吧。"妈妈笑着说。尽管眼泪流了我的脸,我开始笑。 妈妈也一起跟着笑了。
第二天,罗伯特·回到学校了。 当我看到他,我向他道歉。渐渐的，我们的生活恢复正常。 但我发现一个很重要的东西。 我学了即使你使做一些愚蠢或伤害人的事,一个儿童也会成长成为一个明智成人。 令我惊讶的是，不只是完美才能被爱。
Uhhh idk why some parts like highlighted like that.
K I KNOW I SUCK IN CHINESE. that's why the story in chinese like very.. weird.
and i skipped alot of parts cos lazy to translate.
well well, hope the class can understand what the hell am i talking about tmr.