The little girl decided that “today’s the day!”. She was going to wear her very beautiful yellow dress to school to show her young helper and to try and feel better because things were not quite right at home.
She was really careful getting ready in the morning. Because breakfast in her house was kinda hit and miss anyways her dad did not say anything when she did not make any breakfast for herself. That was only because she did not want to take any chances on getting her very favorite yellow dress even the littlest bit dirty.
But that was as good as her morning was going to get. You see as she was waiting for the school bus it started to sprinkle out. “Oh no!” she thought. The bus pulled up to her stop and as she stepped up the three big steps she looked up and what did she see? A boy who was a little older than her sitting in the front seat. He had to sit in the front seat because he was always causing trouble on the bus. The little girl was anxious because this particular boy would pick on her on the bus and as they would be walking into school, she had gotten a break lately because the boy had not been in school recently and had not been riding the bus.
On the way to school it started to rain, very suddenly, really hard and the little girls heart just sank. “Oh no!” she thought, again. When they pulled into the school drop off area everything was soaked with the rain and there were puddles every where and the lawn was muddy and seeping onto the sidewalk leading into the school.
“How am I going to keep my dress clean today?” Her anxiety was almost to much to bear, but being a very smart little girl as she was walking down the aisle of the bus to get off she would look out the window and she started to notice a pattern to how the rain and mud was running down the sidewalk and it looked like to her that there was a way to get into school without getting dirty.
As she neared the front there was a little commotion outside the door of the bus but was very short and seemed to be nothing. As the little girl slowly stepped down the three big steps to get off the bus she was relieved to see the sun come out and the path she saw from the windows on the sidewalk was clear and she could make it into school. So she jumped over some water outside the door of the bus to a nice dry spot on the sidewalk and started making her way up the sidewalk being very careful around the wet mud.
And then it happened, she was so careful and so intent on sticking to her path to the school she did not see that the boy who was sitting in the front seat had some how gotten behind her, that was the commotion at the front of the bus. There was just a little bit more to go to get to the dry, clean, door entrance. She heard a “Hey you!” right behind her and it scared her and she froze and turned her head to see the boy right behind her. He stepped up next to her and stomped in the puddle he was in and sprayed muddy water all over the bottom of the dress, her socks and her shoes.
The young helper was holding the door and saw this and started to make her way over to the little girl but another student stepped in front of her to get into the school and in that moment she saw the boy shove past the little girl and knock her right into the grass that was all wet and muddy. “Oh no!” she thought.
The little girl was so upset and she started to cry. Not a cry of anger or a cry of being hurt. She cried a cry that comes from the very bottom of your heart, a broken cry from a broken heart. A cry that is so sad and so slow it makes you tired , so tired, as you cry this kind of cry.
The young helper reached down and helped the little girl up and pulled her close to her side and did not say a word, she just let the little girl cry her cry as they walked into the school building. When they got into the building the young helper walked the little girl into the bathroom and helped her to get dried off. The little girl just kept thinking “It’s ruined, it’s ruined, my very beautiful yellow dress is just ruined!”
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