Jeremy watched him walk away and wondered if the lie had been worth it? He was his best friend. Maybe he should have said yes when Sam asked him to the cricket game. Jeremy hated cricket, personally he would rather watch paint dry. Boring!
He felt so bad as he watched Sam walk away. To make it worse, he knew that Sam knew he had lied. Saying that he had to help his dad mow the lawn, what a lame excuse! Surely he could have come up with something better than that. Sam knew Jeremy never helped his dad mow the lawn. Why couldn't he just tell Sam he didn't like cricket? How hard was it tell your best friend that you didn't enjoy the game? He should have been honest. Surely Sam would have understood. Jeremy turned away and started walking towards home.
Sam was made about cricket. He played it in his backyard, he watched it on TV and he went to watch it at the weekends. Jeremy could not understand Sam's attraction to
the game. It was so slow, it took too long, and it just wasn't exciting.
Rugby. Now there was an exciting game. Jeremy and Sam had been to many rugby games together. The mud, the rucks, the scrums and the roar of the crowd when someone scored a try. Now that was an exciting game!
Jeremy stopped walking. Sam always said yes when he asked him to go to a rugby game. Had he ever been to a cricket match with Sam? No. Jeremy suddenly realised that he had been a bad friend. He turned and looked at his best friend's retreating back in the distance. Maybe it wasn't too late. He was allowed to change his mind.
"Hey Sam!" he yelled and started to run. "Wait up!" As Jeremy ran, he felt so relieved to see that Sam had stopped and he was still smiling.
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