Framed

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Her little heart was pounding, racing as if it couldn’t beat any faster. Her knees were shaking and she was breathing heavily. She knew that what she had done was a bad thing. It was the first feeling of trouble she ever felt. As if things couldn’t get any worse, she had the urge to pee. These were her thoughts one day in second grade. She remembers it as it were yesterday, the classroom had one teacher with many children. The smell of Chinese cuisine was all that she could smell. It was Chinese New Year and they were having a party. The teacher asked for their presentations. This was the geography portion, and she hated geography. She didn’t know where china was. She didn’t want to know where china was. As she got up to the podium, my quivering self felt nauseous. She was never a good public speaker. She began her presentation on the note of useless stuttering. She should have just went and sat back down and saved me the embarrassment. However, she continued to stutter away. A couple giggles from the corner, she heard. Soon, the teacher asked what her project was on, and she couldn’t even reply to that. She then asked me her name, and she stuttered at her own name. That was the final crack, when the entire class burst out in laughter. She felt as if she had wanted to be thrown down a well, it was the lowest of lows. The teacher had told her to sit down, for she wasn’t prepared. Next up was a beautiful girl, who was loved by all. Her presentation made the other girl’s look extremely insignificant. As she spoke, the girl wished those words would have came out of her mouth. The eloquence in her speech made her want to cry. The worst part of the day came up next when she went back to the room. It was socializing time, and everyone co...

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...w what else to do, but decided to tell the Asian boy to hold the globe in this exact spot so she could go get some cardboard to trace a shape of china and cut it out. As she walked over to the supplies her heart continued to race as it was all day, but at it’s highest. She didn’t know what her plan was, but she realized she wasn’t holding the globe anymore, and the Asian boy didn’t know it was broken. Sadly enough, she went back to him, and told him to turn the globe, and it had popped right off. Much to his knowledge he thought he had broken it, and she felt terrible. At first she felt a sigh of relief, but terrible. She was in second grade, and she let the boy believe that he had broken it. The teacher came by and saw the globe on the floor, and the boy admitting he had broken it. So this was the day she framed a poor little boy, and she feel guilty to this day.

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