Steven rats me out.

I was in trouble for disruptive behavior in my first grade class, so the teacher filled out a disciplinary form and sent me to the office. She sent along a classmate, Steven, to make sure I got there.

"Let me see that," I said on the way to the office. Steven handed me the form, and I folded it up and slipped it under a cabinet in the hallway.

"You have to go to the office," Steven said.

"No," I told him, "It's alright now. Let's just go back."

We went back to class, where Steven promptly told the teacher what I had done.