Mission Accomplished

"Carter, this is not funny."

"Sorry, I was trying to make Giani laugh. Well, I better leave for the contest then. Be cool, Giani." As I got up, I put my hand on Giani's shoulder.

My mother was terrified and determined to find out what was killing Giani softly inside.

My mother and Giani sat on the bed. She had her arm on his shoulder. Giani's eyes became all red. As he was telling the story to my mother, light tears rolled down his somber face.

"I feel guilty about it, wishing that I could have done something to save his life. But there was so little I could do. I was scared. All I could hear in the back of my head was run...run, run...run, while he was dying on the floor."

"You didn't do anything wrong, my baby."

My mother handed him a tissue to wipe his tears. She listened to him attentively with a saddened face.

"Remember that you didn't do anything wrong."

My mother stood up. She picked up the phone, dialed the police station number, and then hung it up before it started ringing. She kissed Giani on his forehead.

"I love you, son."

"I love you, too, Mother." He embraced his mother.

"Everything is going to be all right." They hugged each other strongly.

Later on that day, Giani and my mother went to the police station and told the story. A few weeks later, Giani became Giani once again. He started telling jokes as if nothing had happened.

High School On the chalkboard was written "Poets and Playwrights of the Century." In the classroom there were about twenty students, around seventeen and eighteen years old. They looked really bored as Mrs. Valerie, a pretty, thin woman in her mid-thirties, stood in front of the chalkboard reading poetry.