The Drop

It was a cold winter morning in January snow falling down through the frigid air. It was early in the morning sitting there waiting for that call “Hello there will be no school today”. As the minutes go by every second closer to school time. It reaches the time where I need to start getting ready.

As I scramble to get ready for school still wishing I could stay home and play Xbox all day. I slip on my boots, put my jacket on, and throw my bag on my shoulder and head for the door. As I get to the door and start turning the handle I remember my phone is upstairs then I turn around drop my bag and go get it this was the first mistake that was made. Now that I have everything I head back grab my bag and head on out the door to go up to the bus stop. As I slip and slide trying to make my way up to the bus stop “The Drop” happens. One second I was on my feet shuffling my way to the bus, the next second both feet were off the ground my phone was in the air. I remember it like a movie freeze frame in my head my hands and phone in the air the snow and everything is still and there is nothing I can do but watch my phone fall to its demise. As I hit the snowy ground my phone following after me nothing was on my mind but my phone. As I lay there on the ground not wanting to look at my phone as it rests on the ground collecting more snow on top of it. I finally grab it brushing the snow off I turn it over and the screen looks like spider web. I stand there everything running through my head the biggest thing is what my mom is going to say or do. As the bus screeches to a stop I load the bus not talking to anyone just all the scenarios running through my mind. The day goes on I cant focus on anything I had been thinking about what I was going to tell my mom I then had come up with lie that I was going to tell my mom. I came up with some big story on how it had broke I get home from school and I cant do anything but wait for my mom to get home I go over the story in my head over and over making sure I made every detail to a T. As her car rolls up my heart feels like it is pounding out of my chest I sit at the table acting like an angel child. As she comes in I am all smiles and I am being super nice then as she gets settled inside I break the news. I am telling her this brilliant story every detail told perfectly and she bought it she wasn’t mad.

A few days had gone by and me lying to her has been eating away at me I could not take it anymore. I finally get the courage to go up to my mom that day and tell her the truth of what really happened. She sits me down right there and talks to me she is mad at me not because of how the phone really broke but because of how I lied and did not tell her the truth. So that day I learned that no matter what happens or how bad it is. It is better to tell the truth about about what happen instead of lying or tell some fake story.

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