Thuesday Nov. 16 2003 Fine I took my school report and came back home cautiously only to find mother wasn’t at home. 

She went to my aunt’s and wou!d come back in the evcning. I knew that fi’om a note on the table. I was still a little bit frightened as if mother would come back suddenly. Seeing the low marks on the school report and remcmbering mother’s cold face I almost trembled with fear. lf mother know I got so low marks oa the subjects especially English she would tear all my cartoon books which are my fovourite. I have been treating them as my own life for a long time. But mother always thought cartoon diverted my attention from study and had a bad effect on me. Frankly speaking I had realized it. Mother hated those books. She had warned me if I got low marks once more she would get rid of them. I Still wanted to keep those books even if I would mever touch them from then on. What should I do? 

I knew that any persuation was in vain. I would prevent mother from doing that. A good idea stroke me. I gathered all the books and put them in a box. Then I hid the box under my bed. 

Having done it carefully I had a breathing spell. Opening the English book I sat at the desk and began to read. It was really the time that I learned English carefully I thought.