k-3 grade

when i was in kindergarten i knew this guy named D. He had some problems going on at home with his parents, i believe. He would tell me things like ” you’re so stupid,” “you don’t understand struggle” and so on. For one straight week it was raining pretty hard. Friday the rain let up and we could go outside for play time. on our way out just as i stepped out on the concrete he tripped me. I fell and ended up scratching my knee bad enough where we couldn’t go outside. He was right behind me, and i felt him trip me. He laughed when I fell. His goons laughed too. Needless to say i’m glad i moved away from him.