Now, our physics teacher walked into the class and asked us to review our last topic. The room fell silent as every hand shot up—except mine. I was the only one who didn't know the answer, and my heart sank as my physics teacher's eyes locked onto me.
"You," she said, her voice firm but amused. "Tell me, what was the last topic we covered?"
I just froze, unable to say anything because I had no idea what the answer was.
My teacher was super disappointed in me, and I could tell she was struggling to keep her cool. She was so frustrated that she almost slapped me! But I managed to keep my composure, took a deep breath, and decided not to make things worse. I really wanted to be friends with Tope, and getting into trouble wouldn't exactly help me win her over.
Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I could not contain my anger and ended up lashing out. Tope was disappointed in me, and I could tell she was let down by my behavior.
My outburst had catastrophic consequences. Our physics teacher stormed out of the classroom, leaving us all in stunned silence. And now, I'm the scapegoat—everyone's pointing fingers at me, and I'm shouldering the blame. I pretended not to care about their comments and acted as if I wasn't to blame .