personal narrative scene

I listened intently, paralyzed with fear while my 6^th grade teacher Mrs. Charlie wandered the room talking about academic honesty. While passing my desk she nonchalantly slipped a note on my desk. Whelp, there it goes, I’m done for. I stared at the note sitting face down on my desk. I knew what it said but I reached for it anyways.

“See me after class.” it read. Chills rushed down my spine. I’d been caught, plain and simple. I was flooded with feelings of guilt and fear. It wasn’t copying, it was working together, right? What was my mom going to do? Where will I run away to? I watched the second hand drift slowly around the clock, each tick filling me more and more with dread. Finally the bell rang and while my classmates all rushed out the door, I remained shamefully in my seat.

“Good luck.” My friend Alexander said, also knowing I was done for.

Not enough time to finish the scene. Basically my central message is how I learned to value honesty the hard way. I’ll show the change by talking about how I felt guilty for copying my friend’s history assignment, but felt better and determined never to do it again after I got caught.