It was the little girl's deskmate.
After all, they shared a desk.
Maybe the little boy had accidentally crossed the line with his elbow...
And bumped into the little girl.
That had left a blemish on one page of the little girl's writing.
The little girl looked at the boy sitting beside her, too.
"Did you bump into me?"
The little girl was very direct.
The more she looked at the stray line marring her otherwise perfect page, the angrier she got.
She was already this angry...
And children didn't know how to be tactful, anyway.
"It wasn't me!"
The little boy protested his innocence.
"I didn't bump into you!"
"How could it not be?"
The little girl didn't believe him.
"Who else could it have been?"
"You bumped into me and you won't admit it..."
"Are you refusing to apologize?!"
"I didn't do it!"
The little boy was getting angry, too. "Why should I apologize?"
"You should be the one apologizing to me."
"Why?"
The little girl asked without thinking.
"Because you accused me unfairly."
The little boy was completely unapologetic.
The little girl: ...
She looked at the teacher. "Teacher, look."
"He bumped into me and won't admit it."
"Teacher."
The little boy wasn't about to back down. "I didn't bump into her."
"Really."
"You're just making excuses."
The little girl straightened her back and glared at him.
"I am not!"
The little boy glared right back, just as fiercely.
"You're the one who accused me unfairly!"
"I did not!"
"You bumped into me!"
"I did not!"
"You accused me unfairly!"
The two children began arguing back and forth.
"Stop."
The teacher immediately put an end to it.
She reached out and gently pulled the