Narrative Essay On First Detention

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Around 4 years ago, when I was 11, I got my first detention. That detention I learned that sometimes you should just take your punishment. I was going to KMS, and my parents had no idea that I got in trouble. I had run in the halls to get to class, but my teacher wrote me up because my lateness had to do with talking. It was my fault, but I was still furious at her. I wasn’t angry that I got detention; I was afraid of what my parents might do. I asked my mom what would happen if I got written up. Well she said very calmly “I would disown you, let you sleep outside, tear your tail up every day, and humiliate you at school.” Of course, she was exaggerating to deter me from getting written up but I believed her. That is when I started to make …show more content…
Back then you had to get them signed by your parents. So, I went online and printed a random club flyer that was for that Thursday and got my mom to sign it. I started to practice her signature and wrote it on the write up and prayed that it looked legit. After that problem, I had to worry about the phone call that the vice principal gave my mom since they were already close to begin with, yay. So as my mom was watching tv I began my stealth mission: objective, cellar device. In my house, the kitchen is set up where while you are watching tv in the living room you can see most of the kitchen. But luckily, my mom decides to put her purse in one of the only spots that you can’t see. I walk in the living room casually and ramble to my mom about some meaningless stuff as I slowly crack the door shut behind me. Then I walk the other way around to seemingly go back to my room but, I am ravishing through my mom’s purse looking for her phone. I quickly grab it and run to my …show more content…
I racked my brain on where some adults would be, then it struck me: the preschool. There is a preschool next to the church I walked to and I was praying that some people was there. As I started my little journey I began to ponder, was this really worth it? I bet they would have went easy on me if they knew it was just for running. I sure am hungry, I wonder what my mom fixed for dinner? Lost in thought I approached this lady looking under her car. As I watched her I became curious on what was so interesting under there. I asked her and she said that a branch was stuck under there. I looked and it didn’t seem to be that big of a problem but she was still worried. After a while she asked what I was doing over there. Panicking at the unexpected question I made up a story about how I just moved here from Florida and got on the wrong side of the road of my house. She looked up and just noticed the houses on the other side of the street and asked if she could help. I thanked her and asked if she could walk me over, she happily helped me and asked which one was mine. This probably should have sent up some red flags that a stranger wanted to know where I live, but the naive young branden didn’t notice. I just pointed to a random one on the row and then proclaimed “oh man! I forgot my keys in my locker, if it isn’t too much

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