I tried to defend myself against my parents. It would never happen again, but you can’t wind back. Everybody makes faults in their life, there is no doubt, but time passes. However, now I want to tell you the whole story right from the beginning.
It was a normal math lesson after our exam, we took the lesson before. It was a double lesson. My teacher asked my friends and me, if we could help him bring the class tests into his cupboard. That was our moment, we thought. Definitely no one is a math crack and the math test was as bad as always. The cupboard is locked with a special code. In case that we could find out the code, we might be able to correct our math tests.
My teacher stood in front of the cupboard,typping the code. Due to that we tried to see the right code, while holding the stack of tests . It was our day, Alex got it. Over a short period of time, we dreamed of having a good math grade, the best since class one ! We had arranged one evening we stayed at school with the intention of manipulating our bad math tests.
We stood in front of the cupboard, typping the code. Everything went to plan, nothing unexpected happened. Suddenly, something started to ring loudly. A shudder of fear overcame us, we paused for a moment in thought that somebody could find out what’s really going on. Then the resolution from this shock. Fortunately, it was only Alex’s cellphone.
After the event, we started searching our tests in order to correct them . But not simply each exercise, therefore that nobody find out our fraud with the math tests. We looked up the time and saw that we had only 7 minutes left to correct more than a half. The school will close so that we are locked-in the whole night. We hurried up. Finally, we nearly had corrected everything. We wanted to leave fast. In the heat of the moment, the pen fell onto my test but I thought nothing of it. It was the last minute. We had to leave. Standing beyond the school, we weren´t this happy for a long time.
I didn’t think anything of my evil. The next math lesson started and we felt really good. We thought we would have a good math test like never before and then, my big disappointment. Alex and Tim got their test, having grade 2. I got it back, looked it up and saw grade 6. But why ? My teacher Mr.Döring came to me, showed me the inkspot angrily. He didn’t need to explain anything.
The truth leaked out, actually I only leaked out.