It’s no good sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, said her mother. You’ve only yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have got into such a mess. You purposely missed the opportunity of a lifetime. It’s time you started taking responsibility for your actions.
Her father was no better. It’s no good sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, he said. You’ve only yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have got into such a mess. You purposely missed the opportunity of a lifetime. It’s time you started taking responsibility for your actions.
It was all water off a duck’s back. Then her teacher put the icing on the cake. It’s no good sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. You’ve only yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have got into such a mess. You purposely missed the opportunity of a lifetime. It’s time you started taking responsibility for your actions. You’re acting like a moron.
It was being called a moron that riled Natalie. She was determined to show the teacher just how un-moronic things were. That evening the teacher’s footwear got tangled in the teacher’s car accelerator just as she was turning a corner to avoid a brick wall. All was aided by the misplacement of the matting under the car pedals in the front; it had been rearranged.
“What a moron,” said Natalie. “I simply took the opportunity of a life time.”
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