My brother and I transferred from public school to Catholic School. I quickly found myself in trouble daily for saying or doing this or that.
So the afternoon Sister Angela yelled my name, claiming I was not reading the book assignment in class as directed, I wasn’t surprised.
“Did anyone see Tommy reading like he is supposed to be doing?” she demanded.
Pam Kimble raised her hand and said she saw me. But because she was looking at me, she was sent to the office for not following the assignment as instructed.
“Anyone else?” Sister asked.
Silence followed as I looked around the room and watched my classmate’s eyes suddenly avert from mine. Anger overcame me as I was sent to the office for disobedience.
Minutes later, Sister joined Pam and me, telling us to return to class.
My jaw clenched, I glared hatefully at anyone who dared look at me. Pam was nearly in tears, mortified as she was never in trouble.
Sister soon came in and announced, “See how easy that was?”
Heads pivoted left and right because none of us had any idea about what she was speaking.
“Neither Pamela nor Tommy did anything wrong, but none of you wanted to say anything because you didn’t want to get in trouble,” she finished.
The reading assignment? The Diary of Anne Frank.