The hallway was empty. I could still hear faint noises around me; the low murmur of a teacher lecturing the class; the faint ring of the telephone in the school office. Chairs being pushed back from desks; students whispering to each other, pencils being sharpened. But the hallway itself was vacant except for me. I knew just which locker to open. I furtively looked both ways; still no one was there. I opened her locker, and there it was, in plain sight on the top shelf.
This girl, the owner of the locker I had opened, was mean. From the day I had met her, she hadn’t said a nice word. She was always teasing me or even worse — ignoring me.
Without hesitation I took it out of her locker and put it into my own locker, in my book bag, out of sight. Then I entered the classroom and sat down at my desk as if nothing had happened.
Later that evening I confidently — almost eagerly — sought out my parents and confessed to what I had done. I was in the right and I knew it. They looked at each other, and looked back at me.
“But how did you know it was yours?” my mom questioned me.
“Because, Mom, you cut one side of it crooked. Besides, I was the only one who had a rice krispie treat in my lunch!”
“Hmmmm.” Mom raised her eyebrows at me. She looked at Dad again, and then they continued watching T.V.
That mean girl had stolen from me first. I was only taking back what was rightfully mine.
And boy, did that rice krispie treat taste delicious!
Written in response to the following prompt for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop:
5. Read the following quote and respond: “Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you.” -Martha Beck, O Magazine
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