S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
‘Well, Emma, I’ll leave now. It is your choice whether to take it or not.’ He stood up and left, leaving me staring into
space. Me, take the letter? No way! I couldn’t do it. No one would choose me to be School President. I stood there,
like a deflated balloon, for about half an hour, and then, as if in a trance, I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly took
the letter and put it in my bag. I walked home, feeling as if I had just climbed to the top of Mount Ever