I stood there listening to my father shout at top of his voice．The look on his face said that one of us had done something 　　1　　．

　　“Which one of you did this?”

　　We all looked down at the 　　2　　．There was child’s handwriting in chalk there．I was filled with a lot of 　　3　　．I hoped no one could see it．Would he guess it was me?I was so worried．When he asked me, I lied,“Not me, Dad．”

　　The others denied(否认)it as well．Of course, we all knew that one of us 　　4　　 have done it．But as the youngest and smallest of the three, I just couldn’t find the courage to tell the truth．

　　To 　　5　　 who had written on the step, Father gave us each a piece of paper and a pencil．“I want each of you to 　　6　　 exactly what you see on the step．”I tried my best to write the words 　　7　　．I didn’t want Dad to be able to tell it was me．

　　He 　　8　　 our pieces of paper and looked at them．“　　9　　 none of you will admit(承认)to have done it, then I will punish you all．”I stood there and said nothing．The last thing I wanted was for Dad to 　　10　　 me!

　　“I did it．”My sister stepped forward and said 　　11　　 had done something she hadn’t．She was grounded for a month．

　　We didn’t talk about that day for man years．Not until we were all older and I knew it was 　　12　　 to finally tell my dad it was really me．I always felt sorry because of it．That was the last time I let anyone take the blame for me．

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　　Peter was walking to school from his home with his friend Jim．

　　“I’m thinking．” he said．

　　“What?” Jim laughed．

　　“Before we came to this school, we had studied for 6 years．” Peter said．“And it will be 9 years by the end of this term…”

　　“Don’t you think nine-year studying is too long?” his friend asked．

　　“What about it?Everyone must go to school at least 9 years．Well, we have learned English for years…and you still can’t understand a word of it…．that’s really funny,” Peter shouted when he ran away from his friend．

　　When Jim caught up with him, he said, “I think it is a long time really, when you think about it．”

　　“Mm…．Hey, you haven’t forgotten your math homework this time?”

　　“I did it last night,” Jim answered, when they came to the school gate．“It was difficult, wasn’t it?I sometimes think that all this homework is not good for our brain…We need a rest from all this studying．”

　　“I really can’t agree with you,” Peter said, “studying is good for you; and school isn’t only about studying．We learn lots of other useful things, and at school we can develop our interests．”

　　“You’re right,” Jim agreed．“I wasn’t very interested in playing basketball until I joined the school team．”

　　“So you see, it seems like a long time and a lot of work sometimes, but it helps to make our lives more interesting．”

　　“Now you speak just like my father; you should be a ‘teacher’ at this school, not a student,” Jim joked when the bell rang．

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　　I stood there listening to my father shout at the top of his voice．The look on his face said that one of us had done something wrong．

　　“Which one of you did this?”

　　We all looked down at the step．There was child’s 　　1　　 in chalk there．I was very 　　2　　．I hoped no one could see it．Would he 　　3　　 it was me?I was so scared．When he asked me, I lied,“Not me, Dad．”

　　The others denied(否认)it as well．Of course, we all knew that one of us 　　4　　 have done it．But as the youngest and smallest of the three, I just couldn’t find the courage(勇气)to tell the 　　5　　．

　　To 　　6　　 out who had written on the step, Father gave us each a piece of paper and a pencil．“I want each of you to write exactly 　　7　　 you see on the step．”

　　I tried my best to write the words 　　8　　．I didn’t want dad to be able to tell it was me．

　　He gathered up our pieces of paper and looked at them,“Since 　　9　　 of you will admit(承认)to have done it, then I will punish you all．”I stood there and said nothing．

　　The last thing I 　　10　　 was for Dad to punish me!

　　“I did it．”My sister stepped forward and said she had done something she hadn’t．She was grounded(受处罚)for a month．

　　We didn’t talk about that day for many years．Not until we were all older and I knew it was 　　11　　 to finally tell my dad it was really me．I always felt 　　12　　 because of it．That was the last time I let anyone take the blame for me．

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