Personal Narrative: Getting Called Out Of Class In Elementary School

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“Finders keepers, losers weepers.” Every little kid lived by this expression. But do you ever remember getting called out of class in elementary school? You were probably really embarrassed. Everyone was staring at you, and everyone was whispering about you. It made you want to cry, right? Well, I was in the exact same position, only with one exception. I actually did something bad, but I didn’t see anything wrong with it. Obviously, the principle did. Nothing bad happened. It's just that because I lived by that expression, I got myself in trouble. It’s not fair that I found it at recess, and the principle gets to take it away from me. I have never done anything wrong before. I’ve never done anything that involved the principle. That’s scary. …show more content…

I waited a few seconds and then I ran to get in line. I pushed my way through and grabbed a hold of Emma’s arm. “Dude, where did you go? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Emma’s voice sounded kind of scarce. “I found this thing and I’m scared. I don’t know whose it is, but I want to keep it.” I showed her the ring. It had a cross on it with a gold covering. “That could mean a lot to someone. You have to turn it into the lost and found.” Emma said, her voice sounding shaky. “No, I can’t. Finders keepers, losers weepers. I’m gonna keep it.” I sounded confident in my voice. I didn’t know what to do with it. When we went inside, I stuffed it into my bookbag and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What was I? A convicted criminal? I constantly said those words to myself and couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Okay guys, time for us to get on the bus.” I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom and onto the bus. I sat down in my seat and completely blocked out everyone around me. At first, I was afraid, I was petrified. I told myself that I would never ever tell my …show more content…

At around seven o’clock, I heard my mom page me to come downstairs. “I just got a very interesting call from your principal, darling.” At this point, I was in tears. “Mom, I swear I didn’t do anything! Please don’t yell at me! I found it. I didn’t steal it. I promise. Please believe me!” I sobbed and sobbed as I put my hands into my face. I knew that I was going to get the bad end of it. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to yell at you. I understand that you found it. You just have to give it back if it’s hers. She said that it was hers, so just give it up.” My mom sounded subtle, and I started to understand her. “What am I supposed to do?” Just the thought of having to give it back hurt me inside. I know that I didn’t have it for long and that it wasn’t mine, but I found it. “The principal will call you down tomorrow and you can give it to her. Now go upstairs and get some rest.” I turned and walked upstairs to go to bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But when I finally did, I fell

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