I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, trying to stay calm, trying not to cry. I am just a kid, I have emotions too, I am also a boy, I can cry whenever I want, not just this time. I could feel every hard work that we have been working on fro this project, has been falling same as how my sweat is falling down on my neck. I it scold in this crowded room, but I could feel the heat that my body is producing. I felt like, I am suffocating because of what is happening.
“Are you trying to say that I copied this person’s idea?” I asks them. “We are not saying that you did, but we are suspecting, that you did… Copy this persons copyrighted idea.” They answered my question. I was surprised to what they have said to me. I felt, attacked. How can they accused me of something I can not ev
