I am seven years old and I am in the 2nd grade. It is the morning and people are passing out papers. Joseph sits next to me and he is making fun of me. I don't like him. So I draw on his papers with a yellow colored pencil. Sister Angeles make us sit in the class for a very long time until someone says who did it. I do not say, but she is looking at me. I am scared and my hands are sweaty. It is picture day today. After taking pictures, she calls me and Joseph out. She asks why I did it. I said he made fun of me. I cry. But she didn't call daddy.
 Riotous_Proletariat · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 03:00am · 8 Comments |
