True and False stories

I held out my hands, grabbed hold of Kym’s test paper after a good whole approximately 5 minutes (cannot remember clearly how long was it then, it just seemed very long) of hesitation. Still trembling, I placed her paper against mine, flipped to the last two pages, looked at the clock, then at the teacher. She was nodding away, fast asleep, the teacher’s action put me at ease for a second. With the fear still gripping me hard, I rushed out copying, word by word, afraid that the teacher might wake up any time. Just minutes to the end of paper, each word was penned down with guilt, probably the hardest in my life until now. Quite vividly, when the teacher woke up finally and walked down the row, I was so afraid that I would be caught, I held onto the metal bars underneath my desk. I gave a quick glance at Kym’s paper when it was collected, the paper which I ‘returned’ to her. I passed the paper in the end, did not get caught, went through primary school all fine, passing that semester, but never passed the barrier of my own guilt caused by that foolish act for life. It is still holding onto me long and hard. Maybe I wouldn’t be anywhere clear if there was a security camera nearby or Kym decided to betray me. I am sure then at that time I would have at least gotten four demerit points for that. Cheating feels terrible, worse when I was a nominated prefect then, coming clean with this fact again is even worse.

I took my school handbook into the toilet, holding the pen with my trembling hands. I summoned every inch of courage within me to do so, that terrible thing that could have gotten me expelled. Still worrying of what might happen, with hesitation, I actually slowly forged out the signature of my mother, while recalling how it looked like. Trying not to shake as much, I completed what I intended to do. All was finished within that very few seconds. I was perspiring because of the few seconds which went like minutes. I closed my handbook, walked out of the toilet cubicle. I regretted it that very moment I stepped out, cannot remember clearly whether I went to the teacher, cannot recall clearly whether it was resigned, but I came clean with my Mum. She felt it was foolish,I cannot remember everything she did, I just knew that as she may just have guessed, if she dared me to do it again, I would not, for the rest of my life. Well, I did think of coming clean with the teacher, and maybe my mum resigned it again, or maybe after her lecture, she left the forgery there, to bite my conscience. It is a life lesson, and trust me, never do I want to get near to the thought of forgery myself again, never.