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Boy Trouble

by Crystal, 6th grade

Have you ever had times when you’ve been caught doing something bad? Well, I have, many times and I’ve been punished for it deeply. If you want to hear about it, you’d better keep on reading. You’ll be surprised at what I did!

One regular school day morning, the sun was shining, and I got into trouble that I wish I had never done!
Almost in the middle of the day, there I was staring into the eyes of the miserable boy who got me in trouble. We were doing group work and two boys were making me mad. They were also kicking my leg, which after a while turned a purplish color. It felt like I had told them to knock it off a million times (most likely). I felt like my head was going to explode! The moment came that I was finally sick of their aggression. I slapped one of the boys and he just told on me like he didn’t do anything and he was innocent. When I had done this, I felt like my world was over. His cheek was swollen red, like a strawberry, and was sent to cool it off. My teacher gave me a pledge to write DUE THE NEXT DAY! Actually my mom had to sign it too. But when I got home, I was set to get a surprise, the surprise of my life!

When I got home from school, my mom didn’t say a word until a couple of minutes later. Then she said, “Did anything interesting happen at school today?” The bomb had just exploded. I didn’t know whether to lie or just come out with the plain truth. I just answered and said, “No.” But you know what made the conflict even worse? My teacher had called home to inform my mom that I slapped a boy. I felt ashamed of myself again, lying to my mom and worst of all, getting in trouble for slapping a boy at school. She didn’t let me off the hook so easily. That’s when I felt a warm tingling feeling all over my body, feeling my blood boil as if I were a volcano about to erupt. She grounded me plus she said I couldn’t watch TV until I finished my homework. Finally, worst of all, she said if I ever got in trouble again that year, she would take away my allowance.

So you know I learned my lesson. I shouldn’t be bad. I should know how to control my anger. So every time I do something bad, I get the same annoying feeling and I want to yell in my pillow, “I’m an idiot!”

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