You see her on the first day of school. She is your music class teacher, moving her instruments in the room. You stare at her because she is so pretty. Then, you help her when she dropped music instruments. After, she helps you when you fell. Bullies pushed you to the ground, causing you to drop things. She picked them up, and gave them to you. She called you to ask if you would like to go to the museum. It would be like a field trip, just the two of you. You accept. The two of you had a lot of fun. But after she took you home, you realized your friend died. At the funeral, you said next time you go on a field trip with only your teacher, you want your friend to go too. She looked at you blankly, knowing you blamed her. The next day, at music class, she didn’t look you in the eye. She would give you time, knowing you two have grown far apart.