Yesterday

Yesterday, this girl in my art class held my painting of a boy that used to be me. So she was pretending to be my lil' bro. She talked in this high pitched voice. I started laughing. Then my art teacher started staring at her. She didn't know, so she kept talking. I laughed even harder until tears started streaking down my cheek. Finally, she noticed him staring at her. She said hi. Then my art teacher shot her with a soft ball.