Delusions Of Grandeur

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An impulsive Act It was long time ago, when I was about seven or eight years old. My mother gave me a nice gift for my new class and it was a nice pencil sharpener. It was a shape of a shoe and a little mouse was holding a gift coming out from the shoe. I was always so careful about it every time when I was using because it was a quite a bit expensive just for a pencil sharpener. I couldn't wait to take it to my school and show it to all my friends. But My mother warned me not to take to the school. I wondered and asked her, "why can't I take it to my school?" " Because you will break it!" She said. " What if someone steals that?" She raised her eyebrows and questioned me. " Don't take it to the class, I'm keep telling you little girl," She warned. One day, I carefully put it in my school bag, obviously without telling her. When I came to school I was feeling myself ," I did it!" During the break time, I was showing my precious gift to everyone in my classroom. I still remember some girls were saying how cute the sharpener was. Some girls were jealous too! Everyone wanted to use it and I didn't let anyone to use that. When I came home after school, few hours later I realized I couldn't find my pencil sharpener! I started panic too. I knew from my heart that I'm defiantly going to hell tonight if I tell my mother. Suddenly, I realized it was stolen! There was only one girl could do this, whom I never liked at all. That curly hair, chipmunks teeth, Bushra stole my sharpener. Little me was scared and spent the whole night, not telling my mother a word. There was only one thing in my mind, " How mommy is going to react?" The next day when I went to school, I told my class teacher that my sharpener was stolen yesterday and Bushra is the one who stole it. My teacher called her and asked her nicely, " have you seen her sharpener bushra?" "I did, but
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