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What was I going to write? I had to write a short mystery story, and I couldn't come up with a mystery! So, I just started to write. I wrote whatever came to mind. It was nothing much at first. However, before long an idea came to me.
I thought back to the time when I had a decision to make. I was a young girl then. I think I was in second or third grade. Anyway, my friend Tommy and I started to hang around an older girl in the neighborhood. This girl liked to make trouble.
One day, we went behind the garage. She wanted some snacks, so I snuck upstairs to our apartment. I took out a bunch of small potato chip bags. We munched away, and she wanted to do something interesting. She took out some matches. We began to light some small sticks and burn some small things.
Now, my dad was a fireman, and I have to tell you that I did feel funny. Especially when she suggested that we leave a match burning by a small building just below us. There was a railroad station down the hill from our house, and she thought it would be interesting to see what happened. Now, I had a choice to make. What would I do?
Later that night, I confessed everything to my parents. I was never comfortable lying. I never got punished, because I was honest. I felt a little stupid, but not as much as I would have if I hadn't known when to say "no." I shudder to think how we could have caused major damage. I didn't end up hanging out with that girl for very long. The company you keep is important.
This girl had trouble with: 1. Lying 2. Stealing 3. Telling the truth 4. Horsing around
1. Lying