Wheedle Money Back

Tom is my roommate of junior high school and he is a very humourous person who always makes me laugh.
One morning, Tom went to Jason's residence quickly after school. He put a note on Peter's desk. Peter is a roommate of Jason's. Then, Peter came back to the residence, noticed the note, and read it.
"Oh, my dear Peter, I will leave this school today. Something bad happened on my family so I must leave this city. I will miss you."
Peter ran to our residence. Tom was packing his luggage when Peter broke into our residence, and the other roommate didn't say anything.
"What's the matter? Is it true? Are you serious?"

I sighed, shrugged my shoulder, and shooked my head. Another roommate who was called Walton walked out alone. John, he was just standing on the verandah and looking at the sky.
Peter didn't want to ask anymore. He came back and tell this news to his roommate include Jason.
After a while, Tom came to their residence and the other roommates followed him. He said:"My friends, I'm so sorry that I will leave school today, maybe I won't meet you again." Then a little tear came out from his eyes.
Then Peter talk a lot with Tom and embraced him. Then a lot of classmates said goodbye to him. The other roommate of Tom stayed at residence for a second, but went out quickly. Then there was noise outside the residence.
At the end, Tom said to Jason:"Oh, Jason. I will miss you, but you know, I don't have enough money to go back home by taxi. Can you lent me one hundred RMB?"
Jason promised him, and gave one hundred RMB.
Then Tom laughed:"ha ha ha ha! I got money!"and run back to our residence together. And locked the door.
What happened? Yes! we wheedled money back money, but why?
The last day, Tom asked Jason to return money but Jason didn't want to. He said he wanted to buy basketball shoes so that he can't pay for it. He got the roommate of mine angry. We discussed together about how to get the money back and then give a show like that the next day.
There are a lot of things interesting that we didn't imagine before.
When Peter came to our residence, Walton and John stayed outside because they couldn't keep back laughing anymore, but it made the atmosphere sadly on the contrary. And we got out of Jason's residence and made noise's reason is the same with that of John stayed outside's.
The most interesting thing is that a little tear came out from Tom's eyes' . It's because Tom wanted to laugh but he must control it. He tried his best to control it and then, a little tears came out.
After that, Jason didn't say anything because It's his mistake actually, so this thing ended peacefully.

My Mathematics Teacher

I'm afraid of my mathematics teacher at first
He is an old man who looks almost fifty-five years old with a serious face. He is prestigious in my school. During the first semester of his class, I was hit by him almost 5 times. It's a bad dream of my junior high school's life.

I'm good at Math and love it so much. I had confidence in Math at the beginning of junior high school, but he warned me:"Maybe you are proud of planting a flag at the top of a small hill, But this is because you have never been to a tower mountain." I was not convinced by him. I still believed I can do well in Math so I must prove to him that I can also plant a flag on a mountain, on a Himalayan Mountain! I did it, I got #1 in final exam. At the Awards ceremony of Good Student, my teacher awarded the prize to me and said:"Next time, you should plant flag on the moon."
I did't hate him anymore even if he hit me, he shoutted to me, or he criticized me. I couldn't got such power to learn Math without him. I appreciate him so much that I can never forget.
When I got to high school, I missed junior school's life, my teacher, my classmates, my desk, my chair, especially my Mathematics teacher.
One day, I went back to junior school with my classmate after I had been away from junior school one year. I couldn't believe my eyes! He got older so much.just like a 65-years-old man.I felt blue. My mathematic teacher works so hard. His red eyes, his deep wrinkles, his polished white hair broke my heart. The only thing that didn't change was his serious face.I embraced him.Maybe because of meeting him everyday when he taught me, I didn't notice his getting old. Now I have been away from him for one year, so I realize it.
"Why do you work so hard,sir? You looks getting ten years older, just like a man who is sixty-five." I told to the teacher.
He stared at me for a while, and then laughed. "I'm just fifty-five now, boy!"
I swallowed, swallowed the tear getting out into my heart. I found the tear be acidic, I felt my heart is soaking in a lemonade. I felt so sad!
I didn't cry. I laughed. I wanted to prove that I'm perfect, from past to present. How can I cry?
I said good-bye to the teacher and left out school. It's dark outside. I walked on the path to my home. The orange light from the street lamp covered ground. It's eternal and powerful, illuminating the path I walk on, the direction I walk to.