Sour Mangoes

Kindergarten: Snow Person

It was snowy. 

All my classmates were playing outside. 

I sat alone next to a tree.

I poked the snow with a stick, before making a  big-ish snow ball.

I made another, slightly smaller.

And then another, smaller than the previous one.

I made a mini snow person.

I used the stick and gently poked two eyes.

I snapped part of the stick to use as arms. 

I smiled at my creation proudly.

He came from behind, asking, "Are you lonely?"

I threw a snow ball at him. 

He punched me. 

My snow person went back to snow.

I screamed out loud.

I punched him back. 

He aimed for my stomach, so I turned one of his blue eyes into a black eye.

We both got in trouble. 

Our teacher was disappointed.

She tried to keep her composure.

"Avery, Matthew. What happened?" She tried to make her voice gentle. 

We both spoke at the same time.

"Matthew, you go first."

He told her what happened.

A lot of punching involved.

He purposely exaggerated the story.

I was the only one who got a call home.