Honor Roll Field Trip

“Teachers, please release the students going on the honor roll field trip now, thank you,” the school’s intercom spoke outside and in our classroom. I knew I was on the honor roll list, but I didn’t get my permission slip signed. However, for whatever reason, I thought that I could go without it being signed.
I started to exit my seat, but my friend told me no. She told me she wasn’t sure if we needed the permission slip or not, but she said that it’s safer to not go. I just smiled at her, assuring her that it was okay. I left the classroom, feeling giddy, and walked alone to the buses, which were in the front of the school. We all gathered around the second bus, waiting for them to open the doors. All was well, I thought, until the secretary came out with a list.
“Oh no,” I whispered, my eyes going wide. I knew what that list meant. The secretary started calling out names of the people who turned in their permission slip in alphabetical order. I started to back away, trying to sneak away without being seen. My heart was racing. They’re going to know that I tried to get on without turning it in. Finally, she finished calling out names, and there were about seven people left standing. I started to calm down, thinking I wasn’t the only one who didn’t turn it in.
The secretary turned to look at us and asked us if we …show more content…
I had a moment of hope that I had found a way through my predicament, but I would soon face the consequences of my foolish decision. I reached the bus and handed my form to the secretary who then said I could go ahead and get on the bus. I sighed in relief, thinking she wasn’t going to look at the signature. I got to sit down for about three seconds before I saw the secretary call over some adults. I felt my blood run cold. They were discussing the signature. “Aw, man,” I muttered, leaning forward and waiting for them to take me off the