A six-year old lanky boy sat under a tree with his eyebrows scrunched in concentration and his tongue slightly sticking out as he struggled to write on a piece of paper with his right arm on a sling. Suddenly, he smiled, folded the paper as carefully as he could and stuck it in his pocket before standing up and heading back to the school building just as the bell rang.

He entered the classroom and flopped down on a seat next to a small brown-haired boy who is doodling on his notebook. He nudged the other boy but he ignored him. He threw a piece of balled up paper at him but he just dodged it. He was about to reach out and pull his hair when the teacher walked in.

The teacher droned on about the parts of the tree. He did not listen because he found it boring. He hated science. He glanced at the boy beside him who is now intently listening to the teacher. He smiled naughtily and decided to bug him again. He took out the folded piece of paper and chucked it to him. It hit him in the side of his face just as he bent down to write something. The boy let out a small shriek and he couldn’t help but laugh. The whole class turned to them. The teacher glared at them before walking towards them, snatching the paper he threw and unfolding it.

She read it out loud.

The other boy looked at him in hatred and rushed out of the room in tears before the teacher finished reading the letter.

Boy, is he in deep trouble.