Tionna Monologue

It was in April of 2010, I was with my friends, Tionna and Whitney. When there was a boy in my 3rd-grade class. His name was Eugene. I genuinely didn’t like him due to the fact that he always would try to be a goody-two-shoes. So one day he comes to school with a crimson red Nintendo DS, bragging to everyone how cool it looked. Showing it to people and pointing out every aspect that it had. The more that he ranted about his crazy “new technology” the more angry and frustrated we all had gotten.
Later that day, just before lunch had started Tionna and Whitney were sitting in front of me, so I tap on Tionna’s shoulder saying that we should take Eugene’s Nintendo. I had said that to her with the mindset that it wasn’t fair that somebody else
The principal, resource lady, my third-grade teacher and the boy were all standing in a circle. Glaring down at me, like they could see right through my soul. My principal asked me what happened and why was I being accused of stealing the boy’s Nintendo. I knew then and there I would be in deep trouble if I had continued to lie, so I had told them that Tionna, Whitney and I had taken it. As soon as those words slipped from my mouth my teacher had run inside and called the two girls out into the hall, I had looked at Whitney and red was already rushing out onto her cheeks and nose. The principal instantly looked to Whitney and asked “Do you know where this boy’s DS is?” and her only reply was a shake of a head. Then he turned to me and had asked the same question. I had told him that it was in Whitney’s backpack wrapped in a jacket, and as soon as I said that tears were flowing down her face. I was told to retrieve the Nintendo for the
This table was well known to me being a child who was always getting into a trouble during school. He looked all of us in the eye and rambled, saying things like “You know if you do this, people will not only want to be with you but they will lose trust in you” and asking why we took the boys DS. I knew he didn’t expect us to answer him at all. I was waiting for him to leave, to just let us all sit here and contemplate what we just did. The three of us were put on a one-day suspension. No class, no recess, and we had to eat lunch in the resource room. We were put in 3 separate cubicles and given busy work periodically so we wouldn’t talk to each other. Even that didn’t work since I had no idea what to do but talk. That only caused more trouble since a near silent whisper would send the resource lady barking off the walls at me, and whoever I was talking to. After all these events had occurred, I swiftly learned that stealing somebody's belongings is certainly not a good thing. It doesn’t turn out good for either you or the victim. To this day I still feel guilty for doing what I did, and I still feel sorrow for the boy I traumatized then. From then to now I haven’t ever crossed the thought of not asking before taking. No matter what degree it is if it belongs to somebody it’s not mine. I had learned my lesson the hard