Last night was not only one of the longest nights of my life, but also a night of worry, stress, and guilt. As I was coming home from school yesterday, my friend whose friendship I doubt at this very moment, started to bother me because his fancy, expensive sled was not as fast as my old, rusty one. He started to raise his voice, swear and shout very loudly. I tried to ignore him but it only got worse. I would like to assure you it is not that harassment that ruined my day and he is not even the reason why I did not get any sleep. .
As he was yelling at me all the way home and then started to throw snowballs at me, I kept ducking and he would miss me. I remember when he threw the last snowball, I ducked and so it did not hit me, but worse, it hit our neighbour, Mrs. Dempster. She was pregnant at the time but not anymore. Fortunately, she did not lose her baby; however, the fact that I ducked caused her son a premature birth. I heard they are planning to name him Paul. I feel so blameworthy and awful I stayed up all night, while my mother went over to the Dempster's house and helped Mary Dempster deliver her baby. Thank God Mrs. Dempster and her baby are still alive, but this does not change the fact that I was the root of this horrible incident, and the suffering that might follow. If only I was not so selfish, none of this would have happened. Not even to mention how I feel about my friend, Boyd Percy Staunton now. He was the reason why Mrs. Dempster got hit. Technically he hit her, I do not blame him, since it was me who ducked. At least he should feel guilty a bit, but it seems like he does not even care enough to regret what he has done. Part of me wants other people to know who threw the snowball, but then again, I am not brave enough to face others blaming me for ducking. I can barely believe what happened since it happened so quickly. I should have been more careful. I should have just stood still and the snowball should have hit me instead of Mrs.