短文续写As a student in the sixth grade, I started to observe how my peers were beginning to form distinct social groups. I was uncertain about where I fit in and found it challenging to find my place among them.
Our teacher had introduced a unique assignment for the week: "secret friends." She wrote each student's name on a separate piece of paper, placed them in a glass container, and had us draw one without looking. The name we drew represented a classmate whom we were to support and befriend secretly over the course of the week. By the middle of the week, the assignment had evolved into a competition among us to determine whose secret friend would provide the most impressive gift. We left cards, pens, and even money for each other. It appeared that everyone was receiving thoughtful presents from their secret friends, except for me.
On the final morning of our assignment, I entered the classroom and found a package waiting for me. Upon unwrapping it, I discovered a box of powder inside. The girls nearby laughed at my gift, which was made worse by the fact that the powder had already been opened.
I attempted to put the embarrassing incident behind me, but during a break, when I was in the restroom, the same girls who had witnessed my reaction began to gossip about the poor choice of gift from my secret friend. In a moment of weakness, I joined in on the ridicule. "How thoughtless," I heard myself say, "What could my friend have been thinking to give me such a useless gift? My grandmother wouldn't even want it." The girls laughed at my comments and quickly left the restroom. I stayed behind to wash my hands, letting the water flow through my fingers as I reflected on my words. It wasn't characteristic of me to speak so harshly about someone else's intentions.
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Then I saw my classmate Janet come out of a bathroom booth（厕所隔间），tears streaming down her face.
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Along with my apologies，I explained the reason.
