Not only did she know the password to my phone, but she knew the combination to my locker. I remember us getting dressed in the same places and her watching me. I didnât know she was looking at what number I put into the lock. She also turned off my flash and put my phone on silent. So when she took the picture, I was none the wiser. She already had Reeseâs phone. She knew he never used his at school, so he didnât even know it was missing. She sent it to him, then sent it out from his phone, put his phone back in his book bag, and when Reese got called out for being the sexting culprit, he didnât even know he possessed the proof.
âOh my gosh, Yuri, oh my gosh!â I hugged her tight.
The two of us told our gym teachers where we were going and ran to see Dr. Garner. Yuri had also called our parents, and when the recording was played for them, Trevy was escorted off the school property in handcuffs.
âPlease can you call Reese, please?â I insisted.
Dr. Garner got Reese out of class. When he came into the office and saw all the people and a police car through the glass in the front of the school, fear set on his face. He thought he was in more trouble. I rushed up to him and hugged him so tight.
âTrevy did do it,â I took his hand and turned him toward everyone so they could apologize to us both.
Reese didnât care about any of that. Yeah, it was good to get his name cleared, but more than anything, he was happy I truly knew he didnât set out to hurt me. He cared more about my feelings than his own. Reese was a guy worth keeping.
âThis Is My Story: A Studentâs Taleâ by Sloan Sharp. I couldnât believe I was reading those words in the Charlotte Observer . It was thanks to the reporter I met at the debate who gave me some water. Once the debate was over, she wanted to make sure I was okay. She also gave me her card and told me I could submit anything. I was happy to get this. I just wanted her to look over it and give me her thoughts. I never thought itâd be published.
My words read:
Being the sharpest knife in the drawer comes with great responsibility. Whenever youâre pulled out, youâre expected to deliver and be on the cutting edge of things. But what happens when someone comes and dulls your world? Well, thatâs what happened to me. Iâm the mayor-electâs daughter, and many would think my world is perfect right about now. In less than two months, my father will be taking the oath of office to run the great city of Charlotte.
Out of my five sisters, Iâm known as the brain. I have a 4.0 GPA, and Iâve never given my parents much worry. However, when someone decided my education wasnât that important to me and that my reputation needed to be tarnished, she took advantage of a girlâs innocence. Iâm telling my story because I want the city to know all of us young people arenât bad.
We are young. We do get into mischief, but we need adults to help keep us on the right track. We need parents to parent their children so that they understand they donât have to be jealous of what somebody else has. Stay in your lane, run your own race and be your own knife. Donât cut anyone off at the legs. We all have good in us. We just have to decide to be good all the time.
Iâve always been a private school girl, but I love attending Marks High. Thereâs something about the hodgepodge of people coming together for the collective cause of being educated that makes me tick. But like every great thing, thereâre still some nooks and crannies that need to be cleaned out.
Teachers, I understand that this profession is a job, but do it well all the time. Grade hard so your kids can do well on tests. Donât give them the answers so they fish for a day. When you truly educate them, they can fish for a lifetime. School board members, whatâs up with no textbooks?
As I said earlier,
âOh my gosh, Yuri, oh my gosh!â I hugged her tight.
The two of us told our gym teachers where we were going and ran to see Dr. Garner. Yuri had also called our parents, and when the recording was played for them, Trevy was escorted off the school property in handcuffs.
âPlease can you call Reese, please?â I insisted.
Dr. Garner got Reese out of class. When he came into the office and saw all the people and a police car through the glass in the front of the school, fear set on his face. He thought he was in more trouble. I rushed up to him and hugged him so tight.
âTrevy did do it,â I took his hand and turned him toward everyone so they could apologize to us both.
Reese didnât care about any of that. Yeah, it was good to get his name cleared, but more than anything, he was happy I truly knew he didnât set out to hurt me. He cared more about my feelings than his own. Reese was a guy worth keeping.
âThis Is My Story: A Studentâs Taleâ by Sloan Sharp. I couldnât believe I was reading those words in the Charlotte Observer . It was thanks to the reporter I met at the debate who gave me some water. Once the debate was over, she wanted to make sure I was okay. She also gave me her card and told me I could submit anything. I was happy to get this. I just wanted her to look over it and give me her thoughts. I never thought itâd be published.
My words read:
Being the sharpest knife in the drawer comes with great responsibility. Whenever youâre pulled out, youâre expected to deliver and be on the cutting edge of things. But what happens when someone comes and dulls your world? Well, thatâs what happened to me. Iâm the mayor-electâs daughter, and many would think my world is perfect right about now. In less than two months, my father will be taking the oath of office to run the great city of Charlotte.
Out of my five sisters, Iâm known as the brain. I have a 4.0 GPA, and Iâve never given my parents much worry. However, when someone decided my education wasnât that important to me and that my reputation needed to be tarnished, she took advantage of a girlâs innocence. Iâm telling my story because I want the city to know all of us young people arenât bad.
We are young. We do get into mischief, but we need adults to help keep us on the right track. We need parents to parent their children so that they understand they donât have to be jealous of what somebody else has. Stay in your lane, run your own race and be your own knife. Donât cut anyone off at the legs. We all have good in us. We just have to decide to be good all the time.
Iâve always been a private school girl, but I love attending Marks High. Thereâs something about the hodgepodge of people coming together for the collective cause of being educated that makes me tick. But like every great thing, thereâre still some nooks and crannies that need to be cleaned out.
Teachers, I understand that this profession is a job, but do it well all the time. Grade hard so your kids can do well on tests. Donât give them the answers so they fish for a day. When you truly educate them, they can fish for a lifetime. School board members, whatâs up with no textbooks?
As I said earlier,
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