Carol e again the next day. I said to myself， if I met the maths teacher， I would tell him that John had been looking for him.
When I was on my way home， I just looked at the ground， thinking about something. At that moment， my maths teacher came towards me and passed by. When I realized that， it was too late. The teacher had gone far away.
At night， when I was lying on the bed， my brain was full of the thing happened in the afternoon. The next day， John would find the maths teacher and not think about me， just as nothing happened. But I felt sorry for John. I wanted to do something for him， but I didn’t. Nobody knew what my idea was， but I knew.
Many things like the dead man on the island. After the crash， he made himself ‘dead’ and hid on the island. Maybe， he made others forget the crash， forget himself， but he couldn’t forget. He always felt remorseful and locked himself in his heart house.
What others think is not important， we should listen to ourselves.
I think every one may face sad things， like relatives’ death， missing the good high school， losing your best friends. Sometimes we feel cross and often ask ‘Why does the God do this to me?’
To let oneself feel better， we maybe do more wrong things. But happy and free time is transient. After that， we will have ourselves， hate life， hate everybody.
