I know who did it.” I said, stuttering a little.
She immediately knew what I was talking about. She didn’t say anything so I kept talking.
“It was my brother, I remember leaving for a second and coming back to my brother being suspicious.” “Ok, thank you Wendy for telling me the truth,” she replied. At that moment, I felt guilty and knew that I had made a mistake
I ended up not getting in trouble because of the lie that I had told. To this day, I don't think that anyone who had been in my class knew who had done it. I think that my teacher knew that it was me all along even though I didn't tell her it was me. After that experience, my teacher didn’t remind me about it, it seemed like she had forgotten, but I hadn’t.
From this experience, I learned that it was not worth it to treat someone so horribly, especially because I was scared and nervous of getting caught everyday. Even now, I feel bad because I didn't tell them the truth and instead told them that it was my