Mean Girl

When I was in elementary school, I used to be the brattiest little girl you could ever imagine. I remember one time in first grade that can proove just how mean and insensitive I really was. My class had just gotten done with recess and my teacher Mrs. Hjelman came to escort us all back to class. We got in a single file line and started trudging through the halls. A little boy named Benito who I didn't get along with very well kept stepping on the backs of my heals. I turned around to give him a glare but he wouldn't stop, so I took one extra-long stride and tripped him. He knealed down and started crying on the side of the hall. Mrs. Hjelman came back to see what was the matter and he pointed to me and in a trembling voice said, "She tripped me." I shook my head frantically and said I didn't do it. Mrs. Hjelman believed me so I didn't get in trouble, but I still felt guilty about it for weeks after. Needless to say, I learned a lesson that it's better to put up with things sometimes instead of physically hurting people.