between a rock and a hard place
... enormous ego, but overall, I still saw him as a honorable person. Sadly, my opinion of Chris was terribly wrong. I will never forget the day when I would forever see Chris in a different light. Mr. Rodda had scheduled a Mathematics test on angles on that coming Friday, just before Spring Break. It seemed to me that I was the only person taking Mr. Rodda's test seriously because everyone else seemed to be lost in their plans for their one week vacations. Even Chris, whom I thought was the most studious child in school, had become lazy and started procrastinating. I kept thinking to myself, "This is it, Jesimiel. This is your chance to finally beat Chris's test scores." Due to Chris's lack of studying, I felt that I had a sure chance of getting a better grade on my test. I had been the one actually studying all the while, and I had been longing to beat Chris on at least one test. His easy going character motivated me further to study harder, but I had a feeling that regardless of how much I studied, Chris would beat my test grade. On the day of the test, I was completely prepared. I remember asking Chris how much he had studied the previous night, and he replied that he hadn't studied all week. I was astonished and started thinking on how smart Chris must be to not study at all for a major test. Chris then told me that he didn't need to study and that he had been awake all night playing video games. It was then that Mr. Rodda began passing out the test papers. I quickly grabbed one of the test papers and began writing profusely. I noticed that Chris had barely written anything, and when I looked over to his side of the desk, I saw him rolling his shirt sleeve back to reveal his fore-arm covered with test notes written in ink. I was appalled that Chris would stoop so low as to cheat on his tests. After all, Chris was the most intelligent boy I knew at school, and to see him cheating outrightly angered me. The thought of Chris cheating on the test haunted me all throughout Spring Break. My mind was constantly debating on whether I should report what happened to my teacher. I felt it was my duty to tell my teacher, even if Chris was my close friend. However, I could not bring myself to squeal on him because overall, Chris was a decent, friendly person. Every time I thought of turning him in, my stomach would start aching, and my face grew pale. It was to either go against my principles for a friend or look over the fact that he was my friend and just turn him in. After returning ...