story time: An anger issue
One fine Friday evening, the birds were chirping, and the sun was merrily shining. Our English teacher had dismissed the class and sent us for P.E. Quickening our pace, we raced towards the ground as it was a short period on Friday.
We quickly lined up and did some drills. Then I hurriedly put on my goalkeeping gloves and the football match started. After a while, I noticed that our only defender was not defending.
Fuming mad, I saw red everywhere, I started shouting at him, not caring about my position. Suddenly, the other team........
© Dawn Young Magazine
