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hurried to explain, “But I put it right back on the

dresser where I found it.” “The pin was gone.” My

mother said coldly. “Tell me the truth .Did you lose it?”

My mother hated lies. But I wasn’t lying. “No, I didn’t.” I

said. Mother did not believe me. “Go to your room,

Stay there until you are ready to confess. I don’t care

how long it takes.” “But I didn’t do anything!” I cried.

My mother’s face was as hard as stone. “You won’t go

to the field trip until you confess.” She said sternly.

Then I looked at her! “You are mean, I hate you!” I

cried. And—thwack! I threw the glass at my mother!

Then I ran away from home.

I was furious and said. This was my mother’s

fault. I would never ever forgive her I sobbed and sat on

the ground. I felt so tired and I didn’t know where I

was. It was dark and cold. And I was so scared. I sat

very still and held my breath. I wished with all my heart

for a miracle.