Doing the right thing (by Chengyu, 6.
4)
It was the school Olympics Day. My friends and I walked into the stadium as cool
wind blew across our faces, golden spilled into the stadium. I looked around, bewildered by
the view and the amount of people crowded here. Most of them came to participate in the
sports too and try to win.
My friends and I decided to split up as we have different skills and like different
sports. I decided to participate in a sport called ‘Jumper’ and its basically jumping on the
spot but with a rule of which who jump the farthest gets the medal. As I was one of the best
and have few opponents, I was confident in getting a medal.
But as saw my opponent, my eyebrow tied into knots as my clenched my fists. I
knew I could not beat my opponent, James as he was better than me so I decided to make
myself win by sticking glue to his shoe so he would not win. Not to my surprise, he did not
do well in the jump and lost. As I walked up the podium, a round of applause thundered
from the audience. Looking at the shiny medals, two feelings rose in me. Even though I was
delighted I got a medal, I did not feel I was worthy of it. As I looked at James, his gleaming
eyes and was facing the ground made my heart sink.
In class, a dilemma rose in me - On one hand I could act like nothing happened and
keep the medal, or I can make the right choice and give the medal back to James. Out of
the blue, something my mother said rose from my memory: Doing the right thing will be
good for yourself. I decided to do the right thing.
After school, I raced towards James' class. He looked the same. But as he saw me,
he thought I was here to brag about my medal and yelled for me to get lost. As I patiently
explained my whole story and pleaded for his to apology. Even though he was with a red
face and his hands at his hip, he still apologised to me and was surprised by my integrity.
He decided to became my friend.