(man that sucks, on my first day of second grade we drew self portraits. Mine looked like a monkey with red hair)
-I wipe my mouth on my wrist I'm still sobbing- Not really (on my first day I fell off my bike on the way there and a glass bottle broke under my knee. I had to get 47 stitches)
-She asks to go home and when she does she asks her mom to go to the hospital to see Alex and calls out- "Alex?"