Jessie was kicking rocks down the street with her tiny white shoes. When she kicked a red one, it punted up and went flying for a kid on his bike. "Watch out!" She called to the boy.
This made the boy look at her and the rock hit him in the cheek. "Ow!" This made the little boy fall down on his bike, also scraping his hands and knees.
Little Jessie ran over to the boy and picked him up from the ground. "I am so sorry. I did not know the rock was going to do that."
The boy let her help him up and he stood, holding his cheek and staring at his knees. "It-it's okay..." the boy hesitated and choked.
"Are you alright?" Jessie tried to look at the boys face, but he kept on avoiding her. Jessie finally got to see a tear glide onto his arm. "Oh my gosh! I'm terribly sorry."
The boy didn't say much, he only shook his head. Jessie lifted his face and gently removed his hand. "Oh wow... that's very red. I live over there," she pointed towards a house all the way down the street, "I know my daddy keeps a first aid under the downstairs kitchen sink. Let me help you." The boy didn't say anything, he just picked up his bike and walked with her.
"Here let me take your bike." Jessie went and reached for it.
He shook his head and leaned his bike away from her.
"Okay... sorry."
