This morning, I thought I was getting along with my two cousins. As i had promised that this time, I would lie to Grandmother about buying food instead of snacks with the money she gave us.
"Trust me, I can do it!"
Mom, Dad, today was fun! I finally got the chance to play with my classmates, and I'm very happy. We played lots and lots of hide-and-seek and chase.
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I got back from school, Grandmother seemed serious, she started to walked straight to me to interrogate me. It's okay; I can lie this time—I promised my cousins. I've got this!
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Grandmother raised her voice, and it sounded a little threatening, urging me to tell the truth. I was scared and broke my promise. I'm sorry. My oldest cousins got yelled at for making me lie. I'm sorry—please don't be mad at me, cousins. I didn't mean to break my promise. I really had a great day today, and I don't want to lose the happiness I felt. Please.
What should I do? They don't want to talk to me—they're mad. It's my fault once again. I wish you were here to advise me on what to do. I'm a bad child for breaking my promises.
I hate Grandmother. She knew, Mom; she knew I can't lie and forced me to tell the truth. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have broken my promise!
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Another morning and another day of school. I could feel it—I felt the judgmental looks in my classmates' eyes. I don't want to be here anymore; I want to go home. I don't know what to do—I'm sorry. Did my cousins already tell them what I did? I'm sure they did; why else would they call me a "snitch"? I guess today's lunch will be cold.