Follow the Bullying Policy
The haste of Sunday evening was upon us. The girls were home a night early because their dad had an early flight the next morning. I could hear lively activity from their rooms as they unpacked their clothes from suitcases and tossed heavy text books into backpacks. Their voices buzzed as they made arrangements for sharing the bathroom. Then I heard the pound of footsteps going up the stairs. It was decided. Someone was heading to the shower. Good.
I surely didn't.
In order to get some change for the vending machine, Sophia went to the row of seats where she placed her bag at the beginning of rehearsal. When she couldn’t find her bag, she asked the girl sitting in the next row if she saw it. The girl replied, “Alice* took it.”
Sophia looked beyond the girl to the theater doors and saw Alice strolling in with her bag.
Sophia confronted her, Alice handed over the bag, and Sophia examined it, finding all of her snacks missing and her money gone. Sophia said, “I don’t care about the snacks, but where’s my money?”
Alice said, “Oh. I used it to get a few things from the vending machine. Here’s your change.”
Sophia finished rehearsal, but failed to tell anyone about the incident before leaving. She didn’t tell her dad. And she waited until Sunday night to tell me.
Kimberly S. at Sperk*