It Was an Earthquake

          A few days ago, I talked to my friends on the phone. She was having a lot of problems with her boyfriend. She wanted me to help her. But I told her that I had to study my final test for the next day and I would help her after my final test. She made me feel so bad because she complained that I could not help her. She was very angry with me and then she hung up the phone.

          After speaking with her I had a lot on my mind. I thought, “Speak calmly if you think you are right. There is no need to get angry.” I reminded myself not to get angry with an angry woman, but I could not calm down. I couldn’t read, study and do things on the computer, and I couldn’t concentrate on playing piano either. Because her angry face was always stayed in front of me. Then I threw pillows, chairs and books. I made a terrible mess in my room. I had never seen myself acting like that before. After a while, I felt as if a great weight had been taken off my mind. The next day my neighbor asked me, “What was going on?” I responded, “What do you mean?” He said, “ I heard some terrible sounds from your room, the apartment was shaking.” I asked him, “What time was it?” He answered, “It was almost midnight.” At that moment I understood, but I still pretended not to know what he was talking about. I said, “ I don’t know anything about it. Maybe it was an earthquake.”