I sat in the corner of my classroom. I was like every other 2nd grader, stupid. I slowly stood up and trotted toward my stout teacher.
"Umm, I think Genevieve is here." I said to my teacher Mrs. Martin.
"Honey, Genevieve doesn't come 'till the end of the day." she replied. "Now go back to the corner and think about what you have done."
I walked back to my original location. I slumped back into the corner. Bitch. That's all that fucking teacher is, a bitch I thought to myself.
Having ADD, I got up and stood next to Maria, the girl who caused me to go to the corner.
"Sorry I pulled your hair. I only did it because I like you and I wanted to cover it up to make it seem like I don't. Will you forgive me and be my girlfriend?"
Now I look back, I know why I got that note home. (and it was only a few weeks ago!)
