Writing Workshop #1

There was really only one time that I can remember when I went against my beliefs. I usually don't do what I feel isn't right, but at the time I didn't feel I had a choice. It was in the third grade, and I was looking at my friend's bear. One of my other friend's had cut the ear off, and the owner of the bear had gotten really upset. I knew who had cut the ear off, but instead of telling the teacher who, I decided to lie because I didn't want to lose a friend.