I Broke It

I Broke It

I stare at the broken vase on the floor. It was Mom's favorite. Now it's in a million pieces. It was silly to play soccer inside with Mom away.

I wasn't thinking about that, though. Saturday is my team's final match. I just wanted to practice a little more. Now I'm in big trouble!

Rusty thinks I am playing-not cleaning up the vase. He jumps up and down, barking happily. This gives me an idea.

I hear a key turn in the door, and Mom walks in. Rusty jumps up to greet Mom, his tail wagging. “ Hi, Rusty. Are you a good boy?" she asks, patting him on the head.

" I'm sorry, Mom, but Rusty broke your vase, " I lie, looking at my feet. " Rusty, you bad boy! " she scolds. Rusty whines. A sick feeling rises in my belly.