“Who did this£¿” asked my teacher once more. She seldom became angry, but she was this time. She held up a piece of broken glass and asked, “Who broke this window£¿”

I was the one who broke the window. I had not meant to do it. It was caused by an inaccurate throw of a basketball. If I admitted it, I would be in a lot of trouble. How would I be able to pay for a big window like that? I didn't even get an allowance.“My father is going to have a fit£¬” I thought. I didn't want to raise my hand. But then a force much stronger than me changed my mind. I had to tell the truth.