Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Lost Homework

By Vichida Phisitkul (Dada), 12 years old, Thailand


Today was Meg’s first day attending her new school, and her hands were already sweating out all her confidence. The moment she stepped out of the car to enter the school gates, she wished she could just disappear. Every single pair of eyes was gazing in her direction, as if they’d never seen anyone like Meg before. Meg didn’t know what to do, so she attempted to walk casually past all of them. She thought it was the bravest thing she had done in ages!

Meg’s homeroom teacher was Mrs. Hillary Gilson, and she turned out to be a very nice person under a cruel-looking face. However, at the end of class, Mrs. Hillary Gilson announced that they would be having a test tomorrow. Everyone let out a huge groan, but Meg just stayed silent. Finally, the last bell rang and school was over. Meg realized that she had a ton of homework to do, and now she also had to prepare for a test, so she hurried home.

Meg arrived home – since her house was just around the corner – in a blink of an eye. She hurried up the stairs and went into her room. For the first time in forever, she felt safe, warm, and cozy inside her own room. She felt relieved that the first day of school was over, and that all the stares would be gone by tomorrow. Meg then felt her stomach rumble, so she decided to go and grab a sandwich; in order to do her homework and study for the test, she needed to fill herself up first. Meg ate as fast as she could and went upstairs. She decided to do her homework first and so she did, she finished it in about 15 minutes, then studied for her test for about an hour. Meg had always been a straight-A student and her goal was to keep it that way. If Meg received a B in any subject, she usually freaked out and tried really, really hard until it was eventually raised back to an A.

The second day of school came and Meg was eager to get out of bed. She had a feeling that it was going to be a good day. Meg put on her uniform, ate breakfast and headed straight out the door. She awkwardly skipped to school, then when she got close to the gates, she walked normally. She wouldn’t want the students there to think that she skipped like a child. When Meg walked through the gates, it was just as she expected – everyone minded their own business and left Meg alone. Meg felt like a person who’d just won the lottery. You see, Meg didn’t like attention. The first bell rang and everyone ran to class. Mrs. Hillary handed out the tests and gave everyone an hour to finish it. Meg smiled, quickly answering each question confidently, and finished in the first 15 minutes. Everyone, including Mrs. Hillary, was shocked. Meg felt proud that she now earned a place in her new school. The hour ended and Mrs. Hillary announced that she would collect their homework tomorrow. Everyone felt good, because some didn’t do their homework while the others would be free for the rest of the day.

When Meg reached home, she immediately looked for her homework. She wanted to put it inside her bag so tomorrow she wouldn’t need to rush. Frightened, Meg realized that she couldn’t find her homework. She searched under her table, on her table, in the living room, under her bed, in her pockets, on her TV, but still, no sign of her homework. Her hopes were gone now. Even after what happened in class today, everyone would think that she was lazy. Meg needed to think of an excuse, fast. Maybe, Meg thought, I could say that a UFO came to visit my mom and it blew everything that was paper away. No, that’s too fictional. Or maybe, my dog ate my homework. No, that’s too classic, plus, I don’t even have a dog. Or, my mom accidentally threw it in the bin, because she thought it was trash.

Yeah, that’s good. Meg thought, with a frown.

The next day was Wednesday, and Meg decided to go and see Mrs. Hillary early. She didn’t want the other students to spot her, having lost her homework and attempting an excuse. Meg told Mrs. Hillary about her mom throwing her homework away, and a miracle happened: Mrs. Hillary believed her. However, Meg felt guilty; she didn’t like to lie. Meg believed in Karma, and that if she lied, something bad would happen to her in return.

Mrs. Hillary then said, “Meg, you know what? I have your homework. It was my fault for not telling you earlier. It was because when you left, a piece of paper was lying on the floor, so I picked it up.”

Meg felt like a knife had gone through her heart. “I’m sorry, I lied to you.” Meg mumbled softly. They both talked and talked until Mrs. Hillary excused Meg and told her to be more careful.

School ended and Meg felt relieved. She went home, jumped onto her bed, laid there for a few minutes, then smiled. Maybe Karma worked differently. She had lied and Mrs. Hillary knew, even though she pretended like she didn’t know at first. Although Meg felt bad for lying, she still felt glad that Mrs. Hillary gave her another chance. On that day, Meg promised herself to be more careful and to try to never, ever lie again.