“Brianna, Ally!”  Mother shouted to us. In my head I knew right then and there, on the way down the steep staircase,  “We had made a wrong call at one point and I knew, I was going to be in trouble,” I thought to myself “Why had we even decided to try and call him if we weren’t sure that he had a phone.”  “Do you know why the police are here?” Mother asked. That exact moment is when I learned that you should always ask for permission if you are unsure if you need it or not, because asking can get you out of a lot of potential situations.
When the Albery’s came over to my grandparents house I was in fourth grade having a playdate over Christmas. We were all talking for a little bit, before we all went to different rooms to catch up on how things were going. Brett Albery, who’s older than me by a few months, went into the family room to play on the ATARI video game system with my brother, Brody. Everybody else, basically the adults, went to the family room to keep talking or the kitchen to make lunch.
Ally Albery and I went up stairs into the room I’d been sleeping in. The room was colored like the skin of a peach from when my aunt had lived there during her childhood. There was a bed against the back wall that was very noisy when you laid or sat on it.  When you walked in the room there was a long table to the left that had all of my grandpa’s business papers on it. On the opposite side of the room, there was a shelf that came up a few inches above my waist that had some old dusty books on it, and a really old home phone that even had a cord attached to it that was on top of the shelf.
“So. . . do you want to play with dolls or. . . we could do something else if you want to not play with dolls?” I asked Ally once we had made it to the room, not sure what to do since it wasn’t my house.
“Sure we can play with the dolls if you’d like; maybe we can think something else up later,” Ally said.
We played with the dolls for a while having fun, when Ally came up with an idea of what to do. . . we could prank call her brother using the house phone in the room. At first I was thinking What! That’s a crazy idea I’ve never prank called someone before, and should we even use the house phone without permission? We don’t even know his number, nevermind Ally does.
“Ally, what’s Brett’s number?” I asked her.
“248-237-4953,” Ally said. e called the number and the phone said “Sorry, this number no longer exists please try a different number.”
Now I was thinking she doesn’t even know his number! Does he have a number? Cool it Bri. Maybe she just messed up a number or two, ok.
“Ok that was wrong, any other guesses on what his number is?” I tried to ask politely.
“Sure try 248-274-3359,” she said to me. We tried the second number and the phone said the same thing it did the first time. Now I was seriously having doubts that Brett even had a phone to begin with.
“Ally what are you doing?” I asked as I saw her pushing a bunch of random numbers. Who knows who she could call we had already made two wrong calls I thought to myself. My stomach started flipping and my heartbeat grew faster. This was wrong I had to get her to stop.
“I’m trying to call Brett,” Ally stated calmly.
“Shouldn’t you stop before something goes wrong? I mean stop now please,” I said worried what would happen if she didn’t.
“I’ll stop in just a minute after I try this button called redial.” Ally said with no emotion, which seemed strange to me.
“”Fine, but that’s the last button.” I said firmly.
“Hello, how may I help you?” a mysterious deep voice on the phone said. Then before anyone could say say anything else Ally hung up really quick.
“That was so weird he had such a deep voice,” Ally said almost laughing.
“Yes that was weird, but you shouldn’t just hang up on them,” I said frustrated now.
We finally decided to go back to playing with the dolls, hoping we wouldn’t get in trouble for using the phone. Well at least I was hoping, I don’t know what Ally was thinking because I can’t read her mind. Anyways we were playing for what seemed like forever, and I was starting to get bored out of my mind.
“Brianna, Ally!”  Mother shouted to us. In my head I knew right then and there, on the way down staircase, we had made a wrong call at one point and I knew, I was going to be in trouble. I thought to myself, why had we even decided to try and call him if we weren’t sure that he had a phone. “Do you know why the police are here?” Mother asked.
“Uhhhh. . . no” I said.
Then the police told everybody why were they here. . . because they had gotten a call from this address from someone who had called and hung up quickly. That is when I  could feel my skin start to to dribble with sweat. I hope no one notices that I’m sweating and I hope we aren’t in too much trouble. My mom then started asking who used the phone recently, and she didn’t stop asking; that is when I caved in and admitted that Ally and I had used the house phone to try and prank call Brett. Now that triggered my mom into giving a lecture and telling the officer to leave politely because he wasn’t needed here. While she’s mad at me I’m wondering,  why are you mad at me I told you the truth, I tried to stop Ally from doing the wrong thing. Mom then tells me I need to write an apology letter to the police while Ally just sits there doing nothing.
“Brianna, Brett doesn’t even have a phone. Why would you try and call him?” Mrs. Albery said to me. Now I was extremely mad at Ally it made my gut fill with rage. Ally had lied to me. Had she intended to get me in trouble? Wait a minute, now that my mind is clear of the fog, how did redial call the police shouldn’t it have called one of the numbers that hadn’t worked?
“Grandma why was it that Ally didn’t even have to call 911 to call the police just hit redial?” I asked because I’d never heard of a button that calls straight to the police.
“Oh cause my last call on that phone was to the police after something wasn’t working,” she said. Why had she called the police I wondered, but that was unimportant at the moment.
“Anyways lunch is ready. I hope all of you are hungry,” Mother said. I was not hungry because I was totally embarrassed, I could even turn red like rose, but I still ate.
To this day I still remember the event that happened and will probably not forget it in the near future. For all future references to myself and others you should always ask for permission. It doesn’t matter what the situation is if you aren’t comfortable ask for permission don’t just go in head first to be brave, because brave isn’t always smart. If you aren’t careful you could end up with the police at your front door . . . literally.