Sunsets

Bella

8 years old, third grade,room one-seventy-two

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"Brian? Is Bella to beautiful for you to handle? That's what her name means, you know." My teacher announced causing the class to erupt in laughter.

I looked at him who was really embarrassed by the tone of colour on his face. I felt so bad! But it was embarrassing, not just for him, but for me too! Boys have cooties!

But he was kind of cute, his blond hair fell in his face just the right way and his shy smile was crooked. He had very nice teeth though, straight snd white. He would never need braces. The way he smiled when he was embarrassed was cute too because his smile was huge and his cheeks were red. Too bad there's just one thing wrong with him, he has cooties.

Brian awkwardly gave me a smile and I looked away. I was embarrassed, and shy. Mostly shy. I moved my silky hair from one side to the other staring at the teacher and trying to ignore the laughter that went on for at least five minutes.

Third grade humor is based off of other people's humiliation and embarrassment.

Even the old grouch was laughing at her own joke! That old stink! I hated her! I had her for second grade and she was so mean. I don't think she likes me any better either.

Alrightlet'sthinkofsomethingsothatthelaughtercandisappearfrommyMind

My birthday... Yes... That's what I will think of... October 18..... More than a month away.... I can't wait to blow out the candles... So I'm finally nine years old... I wonder if I'm going to get a coach purse or-

Mrs. Ventino interrupted my thought for math class! Well, since I'm planning on being a doctor I better listen....