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Kindergartner by Sandra Perez I was a loud and happy kindergartner in Mrs. Barnes class at Talent Elementary. I had finally been chosen to be the line leader for the week. It felt as if it had taken forever for my turn to come around. Monday came around; we were cutting out our own Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer puppets. We cut out the eyes and had red fuzzy balls for the nose. I of course was the first in my class to finish; I ran over to Mrs. Barnes to show her my masterpiece. She was very impressed with how fast I had gotten it done and that it actually looked good. She told me to clean up and ask if any of the other students needed help. I cleaned up the area around where I was cutting and gluing, my hands were a sticky mess. After washing my hands I went around helping my friends. When everyone had finished it was time for lunch. I was so excited to be the “line leader.” Me being the teacher’s pet I was, while everyone was lining up at the door I was helping my teacher clean up and put everything away. When we finished, I started skipping towards the line, huge smile across my face. I felt proud as I skipped by all my fellow students. Nothing could have gotten me down at that point. As I came closer to the door and pass the line of kids I gained speed. There was a pink object in my path ahead of me. I saw the leg of one of my classmates out, the leg of that mean little fat girl Gabby. I had no time to react; my foot came into direct contact with hers. I had fallen to the ground in front of my whole class. As I hit the ground I felt the sharp edge of the arts and crafts cupboard rip through the top of my head. I lied on the ground, not really knowing what was happening. Everyone’s faces were widened; they looked as if they were in a total mind frame of shock. Next thing I know Mrs. Barnes snatched me up in her arms and yelled for our student teacher to take the class to lunch. Mrs. Barnes cradled me in her arms, a trail of blood followed behind us. When we arrived at the main office my mind was still in a total blank, I believe it was shock. The office had called my grandmother; I waited in the back room with towel on my head. Not one tear shed from my face, I waited for like what seemed forever. When my grandmother arrived she was completely terrified. She had some of the office ladies help me into the car, my grandma speed all the way to the doctors. We were rushed into a room, and with my luck my original doctor was on vacation. The only thing I remember was seeing people all around me, and there was blood and water streaming down the sides of my face. But still no tear even began to form in my eyes. I don’t know where Gabby is now; she wasn’t punished because she had convinced the teacher that it was an accident. I know the truth though. Now six stitches and eleven years later, I have a permanent part in my hair. It’s a cool scar, yes, but it sometimes makes my hair impossible to deal with. Sandra R. Perez,
Age:16, contact:
sandrap_1720@yahoo.com
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