Swiftcurrent Creek mom said it's my turn to be cool

In truth, the boy wouldn't have minded if anyone else saw his fall. He didn't care much what others thought but the face to greet him had been his mother. Soft spoken and tender touched. To think that she saw his moment of foolishness — his coolness gone from every inch of his form — it made his insides twist in an uncomfortable way. Embarrassment had settled on his face now.

Nothin'. His voice quivered in betrayal to his answer. It didn't take long for him to crack, such a pitiful liar to his parents. I tripped. The Tonrar boy confessed as his head turned away to gaze anywhere but his mother's face.