I didn't really like finger-painting, but it was fun, nonetheless. I dipped my hand in red, it feeling icky, but I painted anyways, but I heard my name called by one of the guys beside me. I didn't know who he was, but he flung green paint in my face.

I felt tears welling in my eyes as the teacher saw what happened and told the boy to go stand in the corner as she turned to me and told me to go clean myself off. I nodded and quickly ran out the room to the bathroom. I didn't like being made fun of.

Once I got to the bathroom, I cleaned myself off and then just sat in a corner and cried. I was such a crybaby...

Sniffling, I headed back to the room and just sat down in my seat and started to paint again, when I heard the kid in the corner whisper that I was a crybaby. I sniffled, ignored him, and kept on painting.

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Meeko