It is the seventh day and I am still sitting on the bench for embarrassing my teacher. I remember the feeling of guilt and the fact that I could not get up and play. It was a great view to only see other kids play handball, basketball, and even kickball. Boy, did I feel like I was going to explode. Whenever I would try to leave, the two teachers supervising me would always blow the whistle. I curled up my neck whenever I heard that whistle. They were witches and I was the poor innocent girl who was trapped for a good long time. I did not mean for her to turn cherry red and get upset, I just wanted to have a good time. I guess not! I was after a lunch on a sunny spring so beautiful, that we all went back to class. I quickly ran inside, but