Second Grade Narrative
SECOND GRADE
The summer before second grade, I had met and been rejected by my first and last crush ever.
“Can I play with you?” I said to him, one foot still on my dark blue razor scooter.
“No! You’re a girl! I don’t play with girls!” he screamed, getting the attention of the entire playground.
Stubborn six year old me was not about to take no for an answer. Leaning my scooter against a tree, I deftly used my ninja skills to pounce on the moving merry-go-round.
“Na na na boo boo, you can’t make me get off,” I sung, sticking my tongue out and waving my hands by my face.
“Get off,” he screamed, trying to shove me off. Unfortunately for him, I held onto the poles fighting against his push. “If you won’t get off I’ll tell your mom that you
The summer before second grade, I had met and been rejected by my first and last crush ever.
“Can I play with you?” I said to him, one foot still on my dark blue razor scooter.
“No! You’re a girl! I don’t play with girls!” he screamed, getting the attention of the entire playground.
Stubborn six year old me was not about to take no for an answer. Leaning my scooter against a tree, I deftly used my ninja skills to pounce on the moving merry-go-round.
“Na na na boo boo, you can’t make me get off,” I sung, sticking my tongue out and waving my hands by my face.
“Get off,” he screamed, trying to shove me off. Unfortunately for him, I held onto the poles fighting against his push. “If you won’t get off I’ll tell your mom that you