I was at school in the hallway. It was just me and my teacher Mrs.Davies. She was giving me a major pep-talk after a fight I had with a girl in my class named Ava. I was crying so hard it was like a rainstorm in my eyes. It would've taken me a decade to stop crying if Mrs.Davies was not there.
In second grade a girl named Ava was being so mean to me. When Mrs.Davies saw me crying she pulled me straight out of the classroom.
“What happened hon,” she asked. It was like I couldn't speak. My cheeks were hot and my legs were weak.
“Ava pushed me out of the beanbag and called me a jerk.”I mumbled while I was balling. She automatically comforts me. It was almost as if i was making a lake with my tears.
“Listen honey, you are the most sweet little