Telling On Each Other In Third Grade
They were telling on each other.
He is annoying; always talking.
I just want peace and quiet!
He keeps tapping my desk.
She is irritating. I cannot stand her.
We do not get along. Why do we have to sit together?
She pinched me, so I smacked her hard.
My folks say to hit them twice as hard back even at school.
It was a silly argument. They both ended up in tears.
Drama in the third grade. The principal separated them.
We took down their stories. Totally similar; both honest.
This will eventually become true love I believe.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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