Laura Manuela Lopez Betancourt. 5ª

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When I was about three years old, I glued my sister to a chair, named the judgment chair. This chair was used as a reflection place to think about bad behaviors. That day, my mother had grounded my sister because she had broken some of her makeup. I took advantage of my sister's punishment to just laugh a little, so I spreaded some glue into the chair she was supposed to sit on, and then waited for her to sit. A few minutes later, her punishment was over. She started to cry and to scream telling my mom she couldn't move. My mom thought it was a joke or a fib, but my sister wasn't lying.

Moments later my mom realized Amélie, my sister, was not lying because she was stucked in that chair. Later my mom started to help her out, but she couldn 't tug hard enough and asked my father for help. Meanwhile I was in my bedroom dying of laughter. I couldn't stop laughing because it was hilarious to see them trying to pull my sister out of the chair. After 20 minutes, my parents could free my sister. However, they had a question: Who had dared to spread glue in the judgment chair? There was no one more than my mother, my sister, my father, and I. Once I heard that question, I felt afraid because they could find out it was me. Finally, Amélie did know it was me, she betrayed me, and the one who was grounded was me.