After coming home from school, Victor sat on his desk with the three French books piled on it. He opened up the first book and turned to the first page. On were the words, “French For Beginners: Volume One,” printed in huge bold font. As he skimmed through the pages, Victor’s heart pounded. He had promised to help Teresa with her French homework tomorrow, yet he couldn’t understand even a single page of this! “What a mess I’ve gotten myself into,” Victor mumbled. “What if I can’t help Teresa tomorrow and I mess up my plan? She’ll hate me after this!” Two hours later, Victor had gotten himself to calm down and think of possible solutions to his crisis. Grabbing a marker and a piece of paper, he scribbled on it: Ways To Not Make Teresa Hate Me. Hmm, he thought, I could read the textbooks all night. Then he jotted down: confess to Mr.Bueller. The teacher had seemed to have a special bond with him compared to other students, and Victor had a feeling he was reliable. …show more content…
Suddenly, an idea popped into Victor’s head. He wrote: tell the truth. “I’m sure I’ll never have the guts to do it, but it’s worth jotting down.” Victor murmured. While skimming through the list he had put together, Victor had decided on telling the truth. He didn’t know how he was going to accomplish it, but he would try his best, and the rest was up to