by Collin Reed

Created on: October 24, 2008

Sara Collins and the Eye Patch Bully

My name is Sara Collins and I am six years old. I am in first grade, and I either want to be a nuclear physicist or a princess when I grow up. Nuclear physicists are super smart, but they don't get to wear pretty tiaras in their hair. Mom says I can be the first to do both, so maybe I will.

My best friend is Jack Jenkins. We met last year when we were in Miss Arline's kindergarten class. On our first day of school, Miss Arline asked us to draw a picture of something fun that we did during our summer vacation. Since I spent most of my vacation swimming, I needed the blue crayon to fill my swimming pool. Jack, who was sitting next to me, must have also done something blue because we both grabbed the Sky Blue crayon from the Share Bucket at the same time. When the crayon broke in half, we started laughing so hard that Miss Arline threatened to send one of us to the Quiet Corner. It was that day that I noticed Jack's black eye patch. I was very curious about the patch, but I didn't ask him about it for a whole year; I'd already learned my lesson about saying things about other people.

When I was four, my mom and I were at the grocery store getting green beans and a can of cream of mushroom soup; I remember this because it was for Thanksgiving dinner. I also remember the store being more crowded than usual. "Walk a little faster, Sarah, the store is closing early today because it's a holiday."

I gave her hand a tug, "Mommy, may I please get some bubble gum?"

"What, sweetie? I can't hear you, it's too noisy in here." I asked a little louder and she said that she still couldn't hear me, so the third time, I hollered up at her, "May I please get some bubble gum?" She smiled, "Well, I heard you that time! No bubble gum for you little one, it will spoil your dinner; but if you eat all your turkey, you can have some apple pie for dessert."

"Okay!" I shouted up to her. Everyone knows apple pie is my favorite food of all time, especially when it's warm and mushy! Mom squeezed my hand and gave me a wink as we made our way toward the checkout lane.

That's when I noticed a very large woman walking toward us. She looked down at me and smiled and I smiled back. I tugged on my mom's hand again and, remembering to use my loudest voice, I yelled up to her and said, "How come that lady so big?" Everyone around us stopped talking and stared down at me.

My mother knelt down, looked right into my eyes and said, "Sara Collins, it is not nice to make fun

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