It was a hot mid July day, reaching a high of 104 degrees ,and I wanted nothing more than to play a game of volleyball with my best friend Audrey! We were home alone, so easily Audrey and I thought we could beat the heat. The heat was so unbearable that we decided to play volleyball in my living room, which was absolutely forbidden at the Mckinney household! Since my mother was not home, I decided why not? I mean my mother would never find out, right?

   Audrey and I decided to pass the ball. Being the professional volleyball players we were, of course we weren’t going to break anything. One of us must have forgotten to knock on wood before we started this intense game of volleyball, before we could yell ,”mine” to claim a pass, much less do anything about it, my mother’s favorite vase was shattered into a million pieces. The guilt started to set in, and I knew we had to do something to fix it! I could only think of all the trouble I would be in, as soon as my mother stormed in the front door. The mission for a bottle of super glue then began, what a rare and precious item to find. The bottle of supper glue was very vital for any fun plans I had this week! I couldn’t imagine the sullen look on my Mother’s face, when she finds her beautiful vase in a million pieces! I had less than an hour to fix this! I wasn’t going to let my mother down, not today!

   Audrey and I rushed to mend the vase as much as we could! As I was wiping the sweat from my brow in the final seconds of my mad dash to fix my Mother’s beloved vase, I heard the creaking of my front door. Before the door was completely open, Audrey passed me the last piece of the broken vase! In marched my Mother, we quickly hid the glue, to hide our evidence. We hid the glue, and sat down on the couch. The couch had never felt so cozy, then in that moment, but I was still hanging on the edge of my seat. The guilt made me anxious when it came time to pass the ,” Mom house inspection!”

    My mother lurked around the house, like she always does. In that moment the worst possible thing could’ve happened. My Mother saw the vase, and if looks could kill this would come pretty close! Needless to say, I think my best friend and I realized that we should have just been honest about breaking the vase. After all ,honesty is the best policy!