Nelsea B.

A Biting Crime

My mom woke me up. It was a bright morning, and I brushed my teeth, and I put my clothes on. I drank some orange juice, and then I got in the car, and my mom started driving me to preschool. My teacher's name was Mrs. Hardy, and her helpers’ names were Ms. Sam and Ms. Adrigas.                                                                                                     Then I got to school, and I got to stretch a little. Mrs. Hardy came with the breakfast, and I had French toast sticks They were so good, and I still like them because they are sweet like a little girl walking in the valley helping ducks across the street (Yummy).  They were very good. We had math next. For math we learned shapes, and we counted to 100. Then, I won a prize from the prize box. We had to have writing, and when we did it, we wrote our ABC’s.  Then, we had gym, and we rode our bikes in the gym and then had quiet time for 2 hours (I fell fast asleep). We had lunch, and we had to walk really far to get to the lunchroom. Once we got our lunch, we went outside to eat! Our lunch on the brownish, tannish picnic table bench. We had a tuna sandwich for lunch with French fries, and then we had recess. I went to the sandbox. And I found a Barbie toy car. Then a boy came and said, “What is that?” I said, “It’s a car!” “That's for big kids.”  “No, it's not.” I said, and then I went to the swimming lesson (good thing I brought my bathing suit).

I went back to the sandbox, and then that rowdy boy came back. My brain and my teeth were telling me...you have to bite him you have to bite him you have to bite him I have to bite him  

So, I did what my brain was telling me to do, and I bit him right in his arm. He yelled...“Ow!”

 Then my teacher came running and asked what this commotion was all about. The boy said, “She bit me!”

 “Is this true?” The teacher asked me. I said, “Yes,” and then she went to the office and called my mom.

She said, “Mrs. Bassette, Nelsea bit someone.” Then she said, “Can I talk to her please?”  She said yes, and my mom asked me, “Why did you do that?”

 I said he was bothering me, and then she said, “Say sorry!”  “Okay.” Then we quickly became friends, and we had a happy jolly ending! Preschoolers always forgive.