Personal Narrative: Getting Called Out Of Class In Elementary School

“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.

It was so loud. There were hundreds of kids running around. I was just sitting there on a bench, waiting for my friend, Emma to come back and talk to me. She said that she had to go ask a teacher something. I was just patiently sitting there, watching all of these crazy kids run around like chickens with their heads cut off. I didn’t know what to do, she was taking forever. So I got up and started walking around to find someone to play with. I walked over into the kickball field and asked to join their game. No one had anything against it, so I started playing the game. We were constantly chasing after the ball, and the rest of the team stayed back in the outfield. Then all of a sudden, everyone started running towards home plate. I followed them, and we all pushed and shoved to form a line. I didn’t want to get too involved, so I just walked toward the end and pushed my way in. As the line was moving up, something shimmered in the light that caught my eye. I started walking over towards it. How was I supposed to know what it was? I was blinded by the light, I didn’t know. “Hey Sam. What are you doing?” The words just went in one ear and out the other. “Hang on a sec. Something is really shiny over here.” I walked over and reached into the grass. Like I said, I didn’t know what it was. I felt it in my fingers. It was kind of round, and it felt like it had a cross on it. I picked it up so that I could focus my eyes on it. It looked kind of gold, but the color was looking chipped. “Sam. Let’s go! You’re up next. Hurry Up!” The kid screaming startled me. “I - I - I - gotta go. Just take my place. I’ll see you guys later.”
I ran over to find Emma, but the teacher blew the whistle for us to line up.

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

mom.
When I got home, I walked in the door and ran up into my room.

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

asleep.
The next morning came along and I got on the bus for school. We pulled into the parking lot, and I was shaking like a cold, wet chihuahua on a dark, stormy night. I was so nervous that I was going to get in trouble. I went down to my classroom and just sat there with the ring in my hand. I tried to prepare myself for what was gonna happen. All of a sudden, I heard, “Samantha McGhee, please report to the principal’s office.” I stood up and started to walk when “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The entire class started doing that. Instantly, I broke down into tears and ran out of the room to the office. I ran into the principal’s office and cried like a little girl. I finally settled down and looked up. The meanest girl in school, Alexa, was looking me right in the eyes. She turned me in. She saw me with the ring, and she knew that it wasn’t mine. Then I heard the door slam behind me. I didn’t want to look, but I had no choice. I turned around and in walked a
crying McKenzie Ray. I hated her. She always wanted to steal my stuff. And now that the shoe is on the other foot, it's a whole different story. I turned back to face the principal, and I saw Alexa whispering to the principal. “I just received some interesting information from a certain student. I was informed that you have stolen a ring. Is that correct?” As soon as she started speaking my body went numb. I was so scared I couldn't take it. “No, I didn't steal it. I was playing kickball I saw it glimmering in the distance. I walked over and picked it up. I saw that it was a ring and I kept it.” It actually felt good to get that off my back. “Well, to solve everyone’s problems, give the ring to me and I'll keep it.” I reached into my pocket and grabbed the ring. The principal reached out like she had octopus arms. I dropped the ring into her hand and ran out of her office.
I learned a very valuable lesson that day. Don’t find and take things that aren’t yours. I guess “Finders keepers, losers weepers” isn’t a good rule to follow anymore. I have to learn the wrongs and rights. The right thing to do if I find something that doesn’t belong to me is that I should turn it in. The wrong thing to do if I find something that doesn’t belong to me is to keep it. I never want to have to go through that again. Never ever ever will I take something that’s not mine.