School Saga: Elementary School
He is My Friend
This hub was inspired by Laughing Mom, who suggested that I write a hub about back in the days of elementary school. Ladies, do you remember when you were in elementary school how you reacted to the cute boys in your school? Guys, you can relate as well. Well, some girls were bolder than others; they had no fear about talking to boys. Some girls admired the cute boy from afar; they would deny that they had a crush on that handsome, intelligent boy. Others would do anything to get the attention of that cute boy; anything including playing a horrible joke on a friend.
This reminds me of a true story about a girl who had a hidden crush on a boy. Stephanie had a crush on a cutie pie of a boy in grade five whose name was Ronnie. All the girls thought that he was the "it" boy. He was very charming and he could out run all the children in grade five. He was very athletic; he played football (Soccer), volleyball and cricket. He had one weakness, however, he could not do multiplication or division of fractions. Stephanie, on the other hand was a master at this. She used this as a bargaining chip.
Stephanie would help Ronnie with Math and in return he would make her the socialite of the school, much like he was. This plan worked well for both. Stephanie would slide her math exercise to Ronnie when the teacher, Mrs Todd was not watching. He would copy the answers. At recess, he would be Stephanie's best friend. He would choose her first for a game of Dandy Shandy. When they played Tag she would be the last to be tagged. The other girls soon start to spread a vicious rumour that "Ronnie was Stephanie's boyfriend"
One day in class, Stephanie passed her math homework to Ronnie for him to copy as he had forgotten to do his. Annette, the class bully, told the teacher that Ronnie was copying. Mrs Todd was so mad. She demanded that Ronnie sit up front, beside Stephanie so that she could keep an eye on him. Little did Mrs Todd know that was exactly where Ronnie wanted to sit. So during Math, Ronnie continued to copy from Stephanie's book. He was getting a free ride and Stephanie was riding his coat tale for popularity.
Then one day Mrs Todd became wise to their little scheme. She banished Stephanie to the other side of the classroom. Sharon was told to sit next to Ronnie. Stephanie was not going to have that. She was hell bent on being the most popular girl in Happy Valley Elementary School. She was so upset that she did not play or spoke with her friends during recess that day.
The next day, as the class went for recess, Stephanie stayed behind. She was still disappointed; she did not feel like playing. As the children started coming back in the classroom, one girl, Sandra saw a book on the ground. She picked it up and read what was written on the page. It said "Ronnie was the best kisser. Sharon loves Ronnie forever." Sandra read the note out loud so everyone in the class heard, including the teacher.
Sharon grabbed her book. "I didn't write that."
"Well if you didn't, then who did?" asked Mrs Todd.
Sharon, hesitated, then she pointed in Stephanie's direction, "It was Stephanie who did it Miss."
The rest of the class snickered. Mrs Todd looked sternly at Stephanie, "Did you do this?" she inquired.
"No. I didn't do it Miss." Stephanie said vehemently.
"Did anyone see who wrote this note?" asked Mrs Todd of the class.
"I saw Stephanie writing in a notebook that looks like that." Elizabeth replied.
"I didn't do anything." cried Stephanie. "Its a lie" she blurted out loudly.
"Please lower your voice!" commanded Mrs Todd.
Mrs Todd took the notebook to her table at the front of the class. "I will get to the bottom of this" she vowed.
The whole class was looking at Stephanie. It was obvious that they all thought that she did it. At least she was the one with a motive. Stephanie was miserable for the rest of the morning. She could not focus on anything that Mrs Todd was saying. She was very upset. The school bell rang for lunch break.
As the class was leaving for lunch, Mrs Todd asked Stephanie, Sharon and Elizabeth to stay back. Some of the children tried to listen in on the conversation, but Mrs Todd told them to leave.
"Now," she began, "I know who wrote this note, so please make it easier for yourselves and tell me who did this."
Stephanie was adamant that she did not do it.
"What have you got to say Elizabeth?" asked Mrs Todd.
"I don't know anything." She replied sulkily.
"Then I am taking you to the principal's office and you will have to tell him who wrote this note. You may even be suspended from school for lying. If I were the guilty person, I would just own up right now." she slapped the notebook down on her table with a loud thud.
Elizabeth was so startled, she blurted out "I'm sorry Mrs Todd. It was a joke. I didn't mean to get anyone in trouble." She was crying so hard the words were hardly audible.
Mrs Todd looked surprised, she said " Elizabeth, I know you did not do this, so do not own up to something you did not do. Again, do you know who did it?" she asked.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the back of the classroom. Everyone looked where the sound was coming from. Annette was standing there. She had her head down and was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Miss, I did it. I didn't like it that Sharon was now Ronnie's friend. I wanted to be his friend. I am sorry." she whispered.
Everyone looked shocked, even Mrs Todd.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author calls it a true story because it could happen in real life. The characters and location of this story are not real; they are figments of the writer's imagination. No persons were harmed in the making of this story.
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