"What do you think that one looks like?" I asked Avishi, my best friend since preschool, my scrawny fingers pointing at a fluffy cloud in the clear blue sky.
"It kinda looks like an angel," she replied. Her words were slow as if she was still contemplating her answer.
My face twisted into a scowl. How are we still best friends, even though we have completely different personalities? Avishi wanted to be a dump truck driver in her future, I wanted to be a surgeon. She still had tea parties with stuffed animals, I liked to build things like little huts from cardboard and screws. She saw the cloud as an angel, I saw it as the fire-breathing dragon from Lord of the Rings.
It was the second month of first grade in this hellhole; elementary school. At least last year we were separated from the other grades during our breaks, but in the impending years, all the grades, from first to fifth, were squished together in the same recess and lunch. Avishi and I were currently on our recess, spending the short amount of time lying on the grass, watching the cotton balls float by in the vast sea above our heads.
It all happened so fast.
One second we were happily observing the clouds, and the next, I was in pain.
For two seconds, it felt like a boulder was being pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The moment the agony resided, I abruptly sat up, frantically twisting around to search for what might have caused the momentary torture.
There, behind me, I saw another student around campus. I recognized his chubby features, the dark brown, spiked hair, the tanned skin, the electric blue basketball shorts. It was AJ, another first grader. I normally saw him walking home after school, dribbling his basketball and showing off to the neighbors.
Seeing the direction in which AJ was running, perpendicular to where I stood, I realized what had happened. He had actually ran over me, with his own, dirty, disgusting two feet. And he didn't even apologize, I thought, my body still turned to his fading figure, a look of disgust plastered across my face. What a jerk.
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First Grade Agony
Action'First Grade Agony' is a true story from my past. This is the story of how I was physically bullied when I was in first grade.
