Through my eyes
“Oh my god, I’m so annoyed. I was two marks off an A* on that paper.” my friend Rochelle moaned.
We were sitting at a table in the library, I was struggling with my maths homework and she, having breezed through her homework, was flicking through a magazine.
“What paper was that then?” I said absent-mindedly, I wasn’t really paying attention. The maths homework was really difficult and I was trying to concentrate. Rochelle was annoying me actually – I was trying to work and she was complaining about getting an A when she wanted an A*. Not exactly sympathetic.
“A science paper we did in the lesson.” Rochelle answered. “Isn’t it so annoying when you get such a small amount off an A*?”
“I wouldn’t know.” I mumbled through clenched teeth while gripping my pen so hard it nearly broke. Rochelle was frustrating me.
“This is the second time it’s happened to me. I don’t understand why I keep missing those few marks, I mean…” I slammed my pen down and she stopped talking. The librarian frowned at me.
“Could you just stop?” I whispered angrily.
“What do you mean Charlie?” She frowned as she whispered back.
“I mean you should try seeing things from my point of view! Through my eyes! How do you think I feel when you’re sitting there complaining about getting an A while I’m struggling to get a C?” I whispered as loudly as I could without getting another frown from the librarian. “Now either go away or shut up.”
Rochelle just sat there in stunned silence, I suppose I’d never really spoken out like that before. It felt good to let it all out and it worked too – she’s started being more sympathetic to me and that’s because she saw it through my eyes.
Well that's the story, I hoped you enjoyed reading it!
P.S. I also hope you like the new look for the blog, I thought there's a new book out, it's called the look, this calls for a new look.