Marshmallow Mondays

…Honesty Test

                “Mom, please can I go?  It’s the last game of the season and everyone will be there.”

                “Sadie, I said no.  You have a social studies test to study for tonight.  You’re not going to the basketball game.”

                “But Mom, I’ll study when I get home.  I promise.  Pleeeaaassseee!”

                “Sadie, by the time you get home, it will be bedtime.”

                “I’ll stay up later and study.  Come on, Mom.  Liza and Brit’s parents are letting them go to the game.”

                “Well, I’m sorry, Sadie.  I’m not Liza and Brit’s parents.  You’re not going to the game, and that’s final.  Now get your book and go study.”

                “But, Mom!”

                “NOW, Sadie!”

                “Fine,” Sadie said, as she stomped upstairs to her bedroom.

                Just then the phone rang.  Sadie answered it.

                “Hi, Brit.  No; my mom won’t let me go.  She’s making me stay home and study.”

                “Really?  You shouldn’t have told her about the test.  I didn’t tell my mom,” Brit said.

                “Won’t she be mad when she finds out you lied?” Sadie asked.

                “She’ll never find out,” Brit said.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

                Sadie hangs up the phone, disappointed, and goes back to studying.  At nine o’clock Mom comes up to Sadie’s room to say goodnight.

                “So, are you prepared?  You’ve been up here for two hours.”

                “Really?” Sadie asks, as she looks at the clock.  “Wow, I didn’t think it was so late.”

                Mom kisses Sadie goodnight and turns out the light.

                The next morning, Sadie gets on the bus and sits next to Liza and Brit, who can’t stop talking about how exciting the game was.

                “You should have been there, Sadie,” Brit said.  “The game was tied and we scored the winning basket with only two seconds left!  I can’t believe your mom made you stay home and study.”

                “Our whole class was there, and nobody else studied,” Liza said.  “We figure Miss Mathers can’t fail ALL of us.  She’ll have to give a re-test.”

                Sadie wasn’t so sure, but she did feel left out for being the only one who didn’t go to the game.  Why does Mom have to be so strict?  she thought to herself.

                When they arrived at school, Miss Mathers distributed the tests.  Sadie knew every answer.  As she looked around the room at her classmates, many of them looked frustrated.

                When it was time for recess, Miss Mathers announced that the class would finish the test when they came inside.

                “I trust all of you to not discuss the test while you’re at recess.  Sharing answers is cheating, and I would hate to find out that any of you are cheaters,” Miss Mathers said.

                At the sound of the bell, Sadie raced outside.  Liza and Brit had saved her a swing.

                “That test is really hard,” Liza said.

                “Yeah,” agreed Brit.  “Maybe I should have studied a little bit.”

                “Did you understand the question on latitude and longitude?” Liza asked.

                “Not at all,” Brit said.

                “Sadie, you studied.  How did you answer that question?” Liza asked.

                “Oh, um, I just guessed.  Do you want to come over to my house after school?” Sadie said, trying to change the subject.

                “Come on, Sadie.  Be a friend and help us,” Liza said.

                “But Miss Mathers told us not to discuss the answers,” Sadie said.

                “She’ll never know.  Please, Sadie.  Don’t be a goody-two-shoes.  What are you?  The teacher’s pet?” Brit teased.

                The girls both laughed.

                “No,” replied Sadie.  “But, we’ll be cheating if I tell you the answer.”

                “It’s not cheating,” Liza said.  “It’s helping your friends.  If you’re too chicken to help your friends, then maybe we aren’t friends at all.  Come on, Brit.  Let’s go find a new friend who won’t turn her back on us when we need her help.”

                The girls walked away, leaving Sadie by herself on the swing.  She felt lonely and betrayed.  Maybe Liza was right.  Would Miss Mathers really find out?

                When the bell rang to go inside, Sadie sadly walked into the classroom.  She didn’t want to lose her two best friends.  I should have helped them, she thought.  It can’t be cheating if you help your friends.

                She could apologize to them after school.

                Miss Mathers handed back each student’s test, and the class began working.  Sadie looked up at Liza and Brit, who glared at her and mouthed “teacher’s pet.”  There was no use apologizing.  Sadie had lost her friends.

                When it was time to board the buses, Sadie raced outside.  She sat by herself and looked out the window.  Liza and Brit had told the entire class that Sadie wouldn’t share her answers.  Her classmates told her she was greedy for not helping her friends.

                When Sadie got off the bus, she ran inside her house and threw her backpack on the floor.

                “Bad day?” Mom asked.

                “Liza and Brit are mad at me because I wouldn’t share my test answers with them.  They hate me, and so does everyone else,” Sadie cried.

                “Oh, Sadie, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Mom said.

                “Yes, it is.  Everyone thinks I’m the teacher’s pet.”

                “Sadie, you did the right thing.  You didn’t cheat, and I’m proud of you.  You should be proud of yourself too,” Mom said.

                “But I should have helped them.  They’re my best friends,” Sadie said, still in tears.

                “Sadie, sometimes our friends make bad decisions, but you are not responsible for fixing their mistakes,” Mom said.  “By asking you to cheat, Liza and Brit could have gotten you into a lot of trouble.  Friends don’t do that to each other.”

                Mom was right.  Even though Sadie was still sad, she knew she did the right thing.

                The next day at school, Miss Mathers handed back the tests.  Sadie had gotten the only A in the entire class.  As a reward, Miss Mathers gave Sadie a special pass, good for one night free of homework. She still felt lonely, though, and wished her friends weren’t mad at her.

                The rest of the students who received a C or lower had to stay in from recess twice a week for one month to receive extra help from Miss Mathers.  The class groaned when they heard the news.

                “I want you to study at home too, and to make sure you’re doing just that, I want those of you who received a C or lower to have your test signed by a parent,” Miss Mathers said.

                Again, the class groaned.

                At recess, Sadie overheard Brit and Liza talking about the test.

                “My Mom will be so mad when she finds out I lied to her about not having homework so that I could go to the game,” Brit said.

                “Mine too,” Liza said.  We should have studied.

                “Yeah, I know we could have gotten A’s, and Miss Mathers would have given us one free night of homework too,” Brit said.

                Both girls walked toward Sadie, who was sitting on a swing by herself.

                “Sadie, we shouldn’t have asked you to cheat.  You worked hard for your grade.  You’re so lucky to not be stuck inside from recess like the rest of us,” Brit said.

                “Thanks,” Sadie said.  “Maybe next time we can all study together.”

                “Good idea!” Liza said.

                Sadie was so relieved to have her friends back, and even more excited to tell Mom about acing the test.  It was a good day after all!


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Sad that people have to be reminded that friends stick with friends.
Hopefully this is not just thought about by the young.

Comment by Dawn

Good lesson and good reminder. I enjoyed the story.

Comment by Cindy

Thank you. My kids loved your short story.

Hope you’ll visit my blog too. http://whenkateblogs/

Comment by Kate

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