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"THE SENTENCE" I should have never said.
By
Jillian Spears
This story is about an 8-year-old boy, and how he unknowingly picked his
own punishment by uttering a stupid sentence, he wishes he should have
never said. Because of that he finds himself being dress as a 3-year-old
little girl, and that's just the beginning of his troubles.
Hi There!
This story was the first story I ever wrote and posted online. To my
surprise just after I finished posting the whole story, it was voted on
and named as one of the top 10 stories of that year 2005 on what
was then called, "Buffalo Betty's Story Site." I believe it took 7th
place out of the 150 other stories posted. I was very surprised because
I didn't even know at the time that it was being voted on. Anyhow, I
decided to repost the story here, I need to do some editing, and spell
checking on each chapter before I post it. The story is about 28 chapters
long and I really hope you like it
So, let's start by posting chapter #1:
Chapter #1 Info about our hero and his family, and how the trouble all
started:
Hi my name is Jack, and the year is 1952. I turn 7 about 6 months ago,
and I'm very small & skinny for my age, as I stand about 40-inches tall,
and about 42 bls. which is short for someone who is almost 8. Let's just
say the Doctor told my mom for my age I should be at least at the height
of 50-inches, but not to worry, because I could have a growth jump
anytime. I'm also skinny, heck I'm so skinny I could stand behind a fair
size tree and not be seen at all. I have a sister who is 5, named Holli,
and my mom.
My Dad died in a car crash about a month after my sister's 4th birthday.
I was about 6 then, and it really shook us all up. Mom had to go back out
in the work force, and find a good paying job. She's a RN so it wasn't
too hard to find work, and I think we were ok money wise, because Dad had
a good insurance policy. I believe he left us with considerable amount
of insurance money to pay off the house, bills, plus get mom a new car.
Mom feels she needs to work to keep our heads above water, but because
mom is working my sister and I are left alone a lot.
Well, not really alone, because after school we go next door to Mrs.
Miller's, till mom comes home from work. Mrs. Miller is a really nice
lady, and she had agreed to help mom out by watching my little sister
Holli all day, and me after school till mom gets home from work, which is
usually about 4:30 / 5 o'clock.
At that time mom started working Mrs. Miller had her little girl, who was
2-years-old and she kept her on her toes running like most babies that
age seem to do. My sister, who was 4-years-old back then, just loved
helping Mrs. Miller with her daughter Lynn, while she stayed there.
Once I started second grade and my sister started kindergarten, mom said
as not to give Mrs. Miller too much trouble, all I had to do was to let
her know I was home. Then I was allowed to go to our house, till she
arrived home. Mom told me that I should do my homework, and stay out of
trouble till she got home. Being so little in size for my age, I just
loved that mom left me stay home by myself, because it made me feel more
grown up. besides I knew Mrs. Miller was right next door if I needed
help.
My mom was usually off on weekends, which was great, because when she was
home, we were a family again. We would have picnics, go to the movies,
and do all kinds of things together. Mom would also have to do the
shopping and all that other stuff on the weekends. She would take my
sister Holli with her to go shopping for food. I would always ask her to
stay home and play in the house, telling her that Mrs. Miller is right
next door if I need help. Mom knew I hated to go shopping, and that I
would be one big pest making a big fuss the whole time. So, she usually
gave in and said it was ok for me to stay home.
Like I said before I'm now 7 & 1/2-years-old, but I still had one little
problem. The problem is that I still look like I did when I was about 4-
years-old. I just haven't grown one little bit? It really bothered me
that I was still the height and size of a 3 or 4-year-old. I also felt
that I look a lot like a little kid of that age. Trust me I looked
nothing like a boy going on 8-year-old should that's for sure.
This whole size & height thing was starting to get to me. I was starting
to get a lot of harassment from the guys at school. I noticed that all
the other kids were growing taller & big, and because of that they would
pick on me about my small size. Even some of girls teased me by calling
baby Jack sometimes. That's probably why I got into so much trouble,
because I was trying so hard to prove myself in front of them. I mean a
little guy like me had to show the others, that size wasn't everything.
My sister on the other hand, well, she was now 6, going on 16, and was a
regular "Little Miss Know It All." At age 6 she was definitely a lot
bigger than me. heck, Holli stood about 4-foot, plus a couple inches,
which is almost10-inches taller than I am. Plus, she also had kind of a
larger framed then me, which made me so mad. Why was I still so small &
shiny? Holli is a good 15 pounds heavier than I, and because of that she
thinks she is the boss and picks on me too.
We are always fighting about something. I swear sometimes I think she
starts a fight over nothing, and we both would go at it, but it was only
because she wanted to show me, she was stronger. She would always win,
because of her weight & size. She had this thing about pushing me down or
tripping me, and then she would sit on my chest, pinning my arms down
till I said, "Uncle."
Even with all that happening we were still a great family, everything was
going pretty good for us, as Mom was doing well at work. Matter of fact
she told us that she may be coming up for a big promotion in a couple of
months. My sister was still going next door to little Lynn's house after
school to play & help Mrs. Miller. Now as for Lynn, she was coming up on
her 4th Birthday in two weeks.
I will say that Lynn & Holli got along so great; that you would think
they were truly sisters. Holli just loved taking care of Lynn for Mrs.
Miller, and Mrs. Miller loved the help. When Holli was there it gave her
a break in the afternoon. She didn't have to worry what Lynn was up to,
because Holli was helping and play with her. I was still checking in with
Mrs. Miller, and then going home after school, and maybe I was doing some
homework. School was getting out for the summer, and I had just found out
I passed to the third grade by the skin of my teeth.
The 3 months of summer were a blast, but summer vacation was coming to a
close, and I was about to start a new year at school. I was starting
third grade this year, only it looked like I would be going to a
different school. Mom had decided to transfer me over to the school that
my sister attends. Mom was doing this mainly because in public school I
was getting into a lot of trouble, and mom figured I need more
supervision.
The name of the school Holli attends is "ST. Cecelia's." It's a Catholic
school, which is run by some really strict nuns. Mom felt that because of
the trouble in public school, the new school, with the strict nuns, would
help keep me in line.
The new school wasn't much different than the last one, because just like
before I was still getting into some trouble, but a boy at age 8 usually
does. I had met some new boys at school, and hung with them a lot. It was
now about 2-? weeks before Easter break. That's when my life changed big
time.
I had just started hanging with this new bunch of guys that I had met.
The new guys road the same school bus, as me and were two grades ahead of
me in school. A couple of the other kids I hung with were in my grade,
but they had a different teacher, as we had (2) third grades in our
school. I guess I thought that hanging with the older kids made me look
Kool. You see when you're as small & skinny as me; you need all the help
you can get to look Kool.
It was a normal started to the day. The bus pulled up at our stop that
day, and my sister & I got on. I headed to the back of the bus where the
guys were all hanging out. Now that I think about it, you could say that
this "Wednesday" started off like any other day. Only this day would
prove to be one of those days, that I should have stayed home in bed,
with the covers pulled up over my head all day.
Like always the guys were picking on the girls, and making fun of them.
They were asking them where their dollies were, and some of the guys were
trying to flip the girl's skirts, when they would get up and stand in the
aisles. They were saying things like "did you wear cute panties today
let's see, as they were trying to flip the girls skirt to see their
panties. If they would see their panties, we would sing that old favorite
saying, "I see London I see France I see Sally's under pants," or whoever
it was they flipped up. I guess you could say that it was normal everyday
kidding around stuff.
I decided to sit with two guys that were in the fifth grade that day. As
I went to sit down, they got up and told me to get in by the window as
they needed to be near the aisle. I didn't know it at the time that they
had some firecrackers. After I got in by the window, I spotted one of
them holding two firecrackers. I realized they were up to something.
That's when one of the boys lit them. Then the first boy throws the two
lit firecrackers under the seat of two girls. There was a loud "BANG"
followed by a second loud "BANG" as the two of them went off & everybody
let out a yell even me. I had no idea they were going to do that till it
was too late, because when I spotted the firecrackers, I was turned
talking to someone in the seat in behind me.
That's when all hell broke loose as the bus driver jammed on his brake
and pulled over. You could see he was really mad, as he came walking down
the aisle of the bus toward us. I heard him yelling, and asked everyone
who heck lit those firecrackers. The girls pointed to the older boys in
my seat. I could see the bus driver was really mad as he grabbed the two
older boys and then he grabbed me. I tried to tell him I had nothing to
do with it, but he didn't care. He just said tell it to the principal
kid. The driver took all three of us front and made three younger kids up
in the front seat move to the back. He told us sit in their seat. Once we
were seated, he looked at us saying, I don't want to see one of you move,
if I do your dead. Boy he was big, and he was really pissed off. I just
sat there frozen till we arrived at school. As the driver opened the bus
door, he told us to sit there and don't move, while he let all the other
kids off the bus.
When my sister Holli was getting off, I watched as she stuck out her
tongue at me, while laughing and saying, serves you right smarty- pants,
as she preceded to get off the bus. After everyone else was off the bus
the driver stood up, and told us to get up, he proceeded to take all
three of us straight up to the Principles Office. I knew that we were in
deep trouble now.
The nun in the front office, who I guess was the principle's secretary,
listen to the story the bus driver was telling her. She would turn now &
then to look at us. Boy you could tell that she was really getting mad. I
figured if she was getting that mad; I knew that the principle would be
even madder.
She called into the principle, telling her it was very important to see
her right away. The principle came out of her office, and started talking
to the other nun, plus the bus driver. You could tell she was mad by how
red her face was getting. She looked at all of us, as she yelled you
three, get in my office, NOW!
Boy was I right about her being mad. She yelled at us and read us the
riot act for at least a half hour. Then she started calling up our
mothers. I tried to tell her a couple of times that I was just sitting
there, and had nothing to do with the firecrackers. She wouldn't listen
to a word I said, because as far as she was concerned, we were all
guilty.
The mothers of the other two boys got there first and boy they were
pissed off. They yelled & screamed at the other boys & me. I was then
asked by the principle to wait in the outer office, with her secretary
while the other moms talked to the principle.
Wow was I ever so glade to get out of that office. About 15 minutes later
they all came out, with the boys in tears and crying. The two ladies were
thanking the principle for understanding, and telling her that the boys
would be punished. When the two ladies came out with the boys, they gave
me a look like you're in for too kid. I heard one of them say to the
boys, let's go you two and they all left.
The principle then told me to sit there and wait for my mother to get
here, which didn't take too long. Mom got to the office about 5 or so,
minutes later and she looked pissed. I knew I was now in deep doo-doo.
To be continued.
Makenna
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