The incident

When Sarah was in class she had a little accident. This was in 3rd grade by the way. She had gotten angry at one of the students for calling her stupid. And she decided to push him. He had fallen off the slide on the playground. Did I forget to mention they were on the playground at school? Well they were and she pushed him off. The kid actually broke his arm as he fell. She actually then felt bad for what she did but she hadn't been able to control herself at that moment. Before she had only been full of rage. Though the rage she expressed was very unbelievable considering it was such a little thing that the boy said. Sarah was then sent to the principals office and her mother was called. "Yes Miss jackson she is." Mr. Clearwater principle of Langston elementary said into the phone. Sarah was sitting across from him in his office sulking in her chair. Honestly she doesn't know what came over herself and she never really intended to hurt the boy. She explained that to her teacher Mrs. hethcox. Yet Mrs. Hethcox sent her to the office anyway. Sarah sighs sulking more and more. Mr. Clearwater looked at her and snapped his fingers. "Sit up." He said with a very commanding voice. Sarah only looked at him with disdain in her eyes. Mr. Clearwater had just hung up the phone with her mother. He gave her a serious look. Sarah rolls her eyes and sits up in the chair. Mr. Clearwater sighs himself. "Sarah.... This is the 3rd time this week you have been sent in here." He folds his hands ontop of his desk. Sarah only sighs and looks down trying not to cry. Mr. Clearwater shakes his head. "I don't know what to do with you anymore Sarah. I mean you have to get it together." Soon as he said that the water works broke and Sarah was crying as hard as the raging falls of the Niagra. She covered her face and hunched her back over. Mr.Clearwater sighed and looked down at the write up he had on his desk. "Sarah I think you should go to counseling with Ms. York." Sarah then looked up. She knew who Ms. York was. She was the schools counselor and helped all grade levels. Sarah knew that she was a nice old lady, but she really did not want to go to counseling with anyone. "Why would I need to go there?" Sarah asked while crossing her arms. Not like she would have that much of a problem with it. 'You have to go there because I think she may be able to help you while your here at school." Mr. Clearwater explained. "Now go on back to clas, I'll call you down when your mom gets here." Sarah nodded and left the office, first heading to the water fountain for a drink. As she headed down the 3rd grade hallway she then began to slow down her pace. She knew that most the other students would look at her as if she were a bit of a weirdo considering her "anger issues." Sarah sighed and decided to once she got closer just stand outside her classroom and wait. Ms. Hethcox noticed her and came to the doorway. Considering there wasn't really a door just a huge archway. Ms. Hethcox smiled and folded her arms. "How are you?" Ms. Hethcox asked with a brillaint white smile. Her brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes felt so welcoming to Sarah. Sarah smiled. "I'm fine Ms. Hethcox. I promise."