I took my school report and came back home cautiously only to find mother wasn’t at home. She went to my aunt’s and wou!d come back in the evcning. I knew that fi’om a note on the table. I was still a little bit frightened as if mother would come back suddenly.
Seeing the low marks on the school report and remcmbering mother’s cold face, I almost trembled with fear. lf mother know I got so low marks oa the subjects, especially English, she would tear all my cartoon books which are my fovourite. I have been treating them as my own life for a long time. But mother always thought cartoon perted my attention from study and had a bad effect on me. Frankly speaking, I had realized it. Mother hated those books. She had warned me if I got low marks once more she would get rid of them. I Still wanted to keep those books even if I would mever touch them from then on. What should I do? I knew that any persuation was in vain. I would prevent mother from doing that.
A good idea stroke me. I gathered all the books and put them in a box. Then, I hid the box under my bed. Having done it carefully, I had a breathing spell.
Opening the English book, I sat at the desk and began to read. It was really the time that I learned English carefully, I thought.
