Soonest, a higher authority entered the class and demanded names of noise makers, my friend submitted some names. I presumed mine wasn't there. Another classmate rushed to me afterwards and told me "I saw your name in the list". I was like " You are not sure what you are saying". He persisted that he saw my name. I became depressed, I never thought that in my widest reality that my friend would submit my name and the worst of all was to that particular authority we designated as mean and wicked. If it were other authorities I wouldn't bother much, but that particular wicked guy, he wasn't an option at all.
Nobody needed to tell me what the authority could do to the noise makers...I always thought to myself "he submitted my name to him". When I felt that I was filled up with anger and disappointment, I rushed to where he was and shouted at him calling him all sorts of names and telling him how disappointed I was. He only called me " Austin" with low tune, yet I couldn't allow him to talk. I did all the talking and left. I remembered all we went through together. I was devastated that our friendship was going to end that way.
That evening, the authority came with the list, his face darker than normal and all the bones on his face protruding out than usual. His hoarse voice reverberated through the microphone as he spoke,
"I have pleaded with us severally concerning noise making in the class, but some people have sworn never to listen to a simple plea. They have bent on truncating and sabotaging our collective effort, but its unacceptable in this place. Its an infra dig, yes, its an aberration and its unacceptable. So if you hear your name kindly wait for me at the quadrangle."
His voice was terrible. As the senior prefect called out those names, my heart throbbed fast and all that came to my head was that my friend betrayed me. Let me face the consequence of our friendship. I was still bending my head when I heard
"So if your name was called, please don't allow me to get to the quadrangle before you." Thus my name wasn't called. I rushed immediately to the guy that told me my name was written and confronted him
"Heyy, did you see my name in the list before it was submitted"
He answered "What I saw resembled your name"
"Did you actually see my name there" I asked again
"I'm not sure what I saw there, I didn't take a good glance"
"What! You weren't sure?"
"Sorry, I thought it was your name".
This guy knew of my friendship with the class prefect. I just felt like strangling him myself.
#never you swallow a gossip hook line and sinker without verifying first
#never you joke with a friendship you cherish most
#never you judge your friend or partner with an information from a third party
#when you get a worthy friend preserve him with all you have, good friends are always rare.
When my friend passed before me, I didn't know what to say to him. I had to do what I never did before. I picked up a letterhead and wrote a letter of apology and sealed it with an envelope. When I gave it to him, he smiled and opened it, he was amazed
"You didn't have to this" he said.
"I'm really sorry" I said.
"Don't be, I was surprised that you thought I could write your name. You know I have nothing against you? At least, I'm happy you've learnt your lessons". We laughed. And while we left he said "please, don't ever think of writing anything to me with this again". He said this because that particular letterhead was only used for the highest authority in school.
#when_you_err_dont_waste_time_in_saying_sorry
#sorry_heals_more_than_argument
#please_forgive_me_can_restore_friendship_more_than_being_right
"It is said that a rope once cut can never be the same size again, but I tell you, it gets stronger when tied again. Do not mind the size, but the rigidity because the rope wouldn't have broken if it was that rigid before."
Thanks for reading through
#austineg_cares
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