"OW!" Robert yelled, backing away from me. "That hurt!"
What do you mean? I only hit you with my jacket!" I said, laughing. Robert was the cutest boy in class and I had a major crush on him. I hadn't meant to hurt him; I just wanted him to like me. Beside, it was a lightweight jacket.
But Robert didn't act like someone who was hit by a lightweight jacket. He was crying an holding his left shoulder.
"What's going on?" our sixth grade teacher, Mr. Mobley, asked.
"My shoulder... It hurts!" Robert groaned.
The next thing I new, Robert was heading to the nurse's office. And I, bewidered, was marching back from recess and into our classrom with the other kids.
We started our spelling lesson, and I tried to pay attention as Mr. Mobley read our words for the weekly spelling tst.
Then someone knocked on our classroom door. When Mr. Mobley opened the door, a student volenteer from the office handed him a note. Every pair of eyes was rivited on Mr. Mobley. (My continuation>)A note from the office usually signaled big trouble! I felt my stomach drop when Mr. Mobley called my name. I got up slowly and trotted up to his desk while he wrote me a hall pass. I had a feeling that this was about Robert. As I tiptoed to the office, past the classrooms, it felt like everybody’s eyes were on me; not on their teacher. When I stepped into the office, I looked to the left into the nurse’s room. Sure enough, I saw the nurse examining Robert’s arm. Someone called my name. I turned to the front again and saw the Mr. Jenkinson, the principal, beckoning me into his office. I slid in and sat down on one of the hard-backed chairs. “Amy.” He said slowly, testing my reaction. “Robert says you hit him with a jacket.” I started to protest but he cut me off.
Unfortunately, I accidentally bumped into Hannah Joshen. “OW!” She exclaimed, holding her knee, “That hurt!” I swiftly grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. As I walked back to the office, with Hannah in tow, I groaned at the thought of what would happen next. But that is another story entirely!