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I still remember that it was a starry night, and I ushered in my parents ��fatal question-" Did you take the test today? "" How many points did you take? "" How do you rank in the grade? " It was like a "stab" of sharp swords into my chest, but the "scars" left by these sharp swords could not be removed for a long time. Although some memories about this paragraph are already a little vague, those important parts are clearly remembered in their minds as they have just happened. Because in those few days, I do n��t know what is going on, and I do n��t know what it is. Whether it is the effect of the usual class, or the result of the exam, it is not as good as before. Recalling the jealous, enviable and hateful achievements of the past. A silent guilt rushed into my heart. Because of the exam, I have never dared to tell my parents the true emotions inside. Put all your grievances in your heart. Gradually, I found that I had become a time bomb, and by accident, I would send all the anger and grievances to the person who ignited my fuse. As a result, I became more careful not to let my anger hurt others. Until that day, the test paper brought me new bad news. Whenever a classmate asks about my grades, I always support me, and I don't want them to see my poor grades. For me, this test score set me a new high. But when their curiosity is beyond my cover, I either shift the subject or blow him away. "Ding Ling Ling" is finally out of school, I sighed easily, thinking: I can finally get rid of these annoying guys. But before I was happy for a few seconds, I suddenly thought: What should I do when I go home? What should my parents ask me of these fatal questions? Should I tell them my true grades? Tell me, did I push myself into the fire pit myself? Don't tell Newport Cigarettes, then they will have to know my true grade sooner or later? who cares? "Early to die and later to die must be dead" Marlboro Gold, "It is better to die early and live earlier." On the way home, the moon came to the desolate moonlight, the cold wind rolled up the yellow leaves, and even the frozen bird seemed to laugh at my incompetence. And my heart, this matter is also like this moonlight, pull Lianger, pull Lianger home, I hesitated to stretch out those trembling hands, slowly ringing the crisp doorbell. I only heard a creak, and a person was found out of the crack of the door. I thought it should be my sister, but the mother I knew was welcoming me, and I was shocked with cold sweat. As if it wasn't my mother that was revealed in the door, but a great evil demon who was unforgiving, revealing his murderous spirit. I gradually walked into the room, just ready to start homework, but ushered in those fatal problems. Facing their parents' blows in turn. I finally couldn't help my anger, like a bomb, exploded. Then he shouted angrily: "You adults, you only recognize your achievements but you do n��t know where you are." After a few words, they were silent, they could n��t hear a bit of talking, they only heard the alarm clock on the wall "tick Marlboro Lights." "Tick" you have to go. Immediately after, the mother sadly found a place to sit, and the father began to yell. I didn't care what he was scolding, so I banged and closed the door. Then I kicked into bed and started to sleep. I feel more relaxed and feel refreshed. I finally vented all my aggrieved feelings, but gradually, I felt guilty. It was a kind of guilt that could not be described but was very guilty. The original relaxed feeling disappeared without a trace, and replaced with a full sense of guilt. In the next days, I want to go countless times to tell them to say a few apologies, but how to open Can't speak. So, here I want to say a few words to them solemnly: "I'm sorry."

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