Essay about Foolish Child's Play

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It was a long time ago when I was a child, playful and full of energy. My classmates just entered the room after coming back from lunch recess. We were all yelling and laughing, each child was talking to their friends as they did every day. Everyone was energetic, with no one sitting in their seats. On a daily basis the teacher would enter the classroom and we would all quiet down, then scatter to our seats. However, it was on this normal day that my first grade teacher came into the room who was met by a horrific surprise. My first grade classroom was the only room that had its own private bathrooms; one for the boys and the other for the girls. They were kept very clean and were more appealing then the shared germy bathrooms in…show more content…
Sadly for this game, I was the only one who had to put a lot of effort into getting the door open due to my small stature. "Let me out," I demanded. All I could hear was their giggling. "Let me out! I don't want to play this today," but they didn't listen. It was then that I felt the door become lighter as if one of them had removed themselves from it. Finally, I was able to pry the door open –BAM! Time had stopped. My mouth opened wide as if to scream out loud, but all I could hear was silence. Tears rolled down my face as a sharp pain ran up my arm. The only thing I could see beyond the open door was the distorted sight of everyone staring. I could see one of my classmates running out of the room and returning only a few seconds later with the teacher. Blood fell onto the ground from underneath my left hand that was grasping onto my right hand's fingers. I could see the horrified look on my teachers face while her mouth moved. She kneeled in front of me and grabbed my right hand. My hearing finally returned and I could hear my teacher asking "What happened"? I tried explaining to her, but as a child who was crying, no one could understand a word I said. The teacher looked to Jillian and Danielle who were standing against the wall with guilt written on their faces. That day I was taken to the office where a stretcher was waiting for me and I entered an ambulance with my teacher. I received a couple of stitches on my
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