Liar Liar Pants on Fire

I’m a terrible human being. Oh well.

Okay, so thinking it about it retrospectively, I guess the third grade was a good year for me. Maybe good is a strong word. It was an eventful year.

First girlfriend √

First kiss √

First time stealing √ (a sweater from our school’s lost and found box)

First “fight” √

First time lying to the point that somebody gets suspended √

What? Just me?

Okay, in my defense, I was young, dumb and didn’t know about morals yet.

I can’t exactly remember what happened that made this whole thing start, but one day I just didn’t feel like going to school, I guess. So, as the school bus came, I hid behind this green electrical box. The bus just drove on by. Now, not knowing my parent’s schedule, I guess I just assumed that my parents left RIGHT as me and my sister went out for school, because I was extremely surprised when I got back to my house and my mom was still home.

As a relatively nice and rule abiding child who never skipped school ever, meeting my mother’s gaze was extremely terrifying. I just didn’t know the consequences of doing such a terrible thing. So when she asked me why I didn’t go on the bus, instead of saying something practical like… Oh, I don’t know… I missed the bus or it never came… I said the following: I’m scared, I’m being bullied on the bus.

When I realized she was home, it’s like time stopped. And all the options went through my head, and that seemed like the most logical. I answered in maybe 10 seconds.

In my mind, this whole thing played out very smoothly. My mother would acknowledge this ‘horrible situation’, let me have a day off school and that would be it.

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My mother jumped on that shit so fast. She wanted to make sure that I got avenged for the months of being bullied, I suppose. The next day, she drove me to school where we talked to the principal… Now, normal people would have given up here and told the truth. But I was way too stubborn for that. I knew that what I said to the principal had to be my official story. So I told him how, when where and why these two kids were harassing me in the bus.

This lead to them being summoned to the principal’s office. Next to me. As I lied about them bullying me.

They looked at me like I was a complete idiot. They weren’t wrong.

The whole situation lead to their parents getting informed that they have been bullying a kid in a bus, and one of the two kids got suspended for three days.

Needless to say… Those two didn’t talk to me much after that. Not that they really did in the first place… but you know.

That’s life, I guess.

You live, you lie, and you die.

Sincerely and wholeheartedly,

K.

TL; DR: Got a kid suspended for imaginary bullying.