THE WRONG THING TO SAY!
By David Stevens.
I was caught, busted, and I and everyone present knew it! The lie had been almost automatic, had I thought about it I would never have said the simple sentence, but I had, and now the wrath of Mrs Smedley was going to collapse down on my head.
“I see!” She had replied having listened to my pathetic attempt at an excuse.
“Do you want to try again Paul? We are all listening.”
What the hell could I say but sorry I lied, and then there would be no escaping the lie. Instead I tried to bluff my way out of it by mumbling that it was a mistake.
“It certainly was, you lied to me didn’t you?”
The sound of suppressed laughter echoed off the walls, she knew the truth, she always knew the truth, and I am a total fool for lying to her. Mrs Smedley knew everything about me, so of course she would know I was lying. We both knew that the book was sitting untouched at home, that I had forgotten to do the assignment, and then when she questioned me about it, what did I do, I lied to her. What a fool, what a silly fool!
“You leave me no option Paul, I will have to implement school policy and send a letter home to your parents. Sadly not only because you have not done your homework, but also because you have compounded your laziness by lying to me as an excuse.” The rest of the class then exploded into loud laughter, which was immediately quelled by her glare, a look that somehow encompassed all of them at once. She was good at that stare, infact she was renowned for it in all the science groups. It was well known as ‘Smedley’s Scary Glare,’ or better still as just S.S.G
The letter was in my bag, the thought of losing it on the way home just wouldn’t work, the school might not ever find out, but Mrs Smedley would know the truth, she would know. Then the situation could only get worse for me. My Mum was going to go ballistic at me, god knows what she would do but it would not be nice, but at least if I hand over the letter and accept the lecture I as certain to get, the situation would eventually fade into memory.
The first thing I would do was give Mum the letter and then pray for leniency I decided. I walked through the front door, along the hall and into the kitchen where Mum always was when I got home. She was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me, a cup of tea infront of her, looking quite calm. I opened my bag, the letter was right there beneath my fingertips; I reached in and took it out.
Mrs Smedley had looked at me at the time knowing that I was going to deliver the letter, and probably already knowing what was going to happen when I did deliver it. She had issued two detentions, one for lying which was an hour, and the other for not doing my homework, which was half an hour. They started tomorrow, for now I handed the letter to Mum, who with a knowing look took it from me, saying nothing. She slowly opened it pulling out the neatly typed and official looking letter. She unfolded it and looked at the contents; slowly she began to read it out to me.
Dear Mrs Smedley.
Your son Paul…..
I learnt a valuable lesson that day, one I should already have known! If you are going to lie to a teacher, don’t do it to Mrs Smedley; especially if your name is Paul Smedley.