Back then, Robert was in fifth grade and kept coming over to play. He’d visit me several times a day, and I told him I could only join him once I finished my homework.
When I still had two more sets of homework to do, I took out my school bag and found it empty.
Robert, being his single-minded self, stole my exam papers, thinking that this would make me available to play with him.
After losing the homework, I was so anxious that I rummaged through the house but couldn't find it.
Just as I managed to get a photo of the homework to make a photocopy, Robert showed up, eager to take credit.
"Hey, I throw that homework away, so you don’t have to work on them anymore."
He held a basketball in one hand, and his face was covered with dust. He smiled proudly.
Robert was a troublemaker at school, frequently skipping classes and avoiding homework. He was the type who didn’t care about consequences.
On the other hand, I was a diligent and earnest student who never missed an assignment. I was also quite sensitive and feared criticism.
I was furious and immediately kicked Robert out, leaving him with a parting shot. "Don’t come looking for me again. I won’t talk to you anymore."