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Jotham's Essay
Monday, March 23, 2009

Beads of perspiration rolled down my cheeks. The Sun started to bake the ground. I felt like I was in an oven.It was like every bit of water on me was completely drained out. All of a sudden, it started raining cats and dogs! We ran to a nearby shop screaming with joy and happiness. The moment we stepped into the shop, there it was - the new Linkin Park album! But what a pity, we were all short of money. Just then, my friends started putting the CDs into their bags.

“What are you doing? You can't steal! This is ridiculous!” I said.
“What? It's not like we have any money! Come on in, join us, it's fun!” they said harmoniously.Suddenly, they stopped. “Wait. You had better not tell anybody or you will get a you-know-what!” said the burliest one, Dennis, with his fist clenched. With that, they all left with the CDs the moment the rain stopped. I just stood there, scared, small and speechless, as I wondered why the alarm did not ring.
I walked home, thinking. If I were to tell the teacher about it, I would get a ‘you-know-what’. I would even be accused of betraying my friends! But if I did not tell the teacher, I would only condone their shameless act! I was trapped by my conscience and my loyalty. With that, I dragged my feet home. I chewed my way through dinner, and slept with very little peace.

The next day was worse than the one before. It so happened that everybody managed to get the new Linkin Park CD! People started mocking me! I felt like I was the odd one out, the Ugly Duckling. After school, I saw my friends selling the stolen CDs! That was the last straw.
I decided to tell a teacher.

As I was going to my teacher's office, a big, fat hand held my shoulder. ”Where do think you're going?” he asked.

I turned around and saw Dennis and said, “I'm going to tell Mr.Tan about it and there is nothing you can do to stop me!” As soon as I finished my sentence, I knew I was in big trouble. Just then, as Dennis was going to punch me, Mr.Tan came out. I immediately spewed out everything that had happened to Mr.Tan. I grinned from ear to ear at Dennis, while he frowned at me. I had betrayed my friends, but at least I had done them good.

All the boys who stole were sent for counselling and their parents were called. Sure, I had made some enemies, but at least I did the right thing for my friends. I walked home, smiling happily.


9:34 AM