Free Once Upon A Karma (Karmic Krystal Book 1) by Rosie Malezer

tears in her eyes, she tells me how proud she is of me.  She also tells me that she is surprised that I am growing up so fast.  I hope this is not a sad surprise for her.
    When all the parents are gone, the other kids and I gather in the main room.  I go back to my quiet corner and sit down with my book, already a little bit bored.  A young girl called Sharyn comes over and sits next to me.
    “What are you reading?” she asks.
    “Alphabet and pictures,” I tell her and show her the book.  She looks surprised that I know the word ‘ alphabet’ already.  I smile and tell her that my big sisters taught me some things and that I am not so smart.  She tells me her name and I tell her mine.  We smile at each other and suddenly I don’t feel nervous any more.  Sharyn is my very first friend who is not my sister.  Sitting close to her, I share the book and we look at the pictures together.  I tell her some of the letters that I know.  After I say the letter, she says the name of the animal in the picture.
    “Children, listen to me, please!” says the teacher loudly.  We all stop talking and look at the teacher, wondering if she is angry that we are talking so loud.  “I want you each to stand up one at a time, when I point to you.  You will then say your name to everybody and introduce yourselves.  Once you have said your name clearly, you can then sit down so the next person I point to can do the same,” the teacher says. 
    Immediately, some of the children start to cry.  I wonder what is going on inside their heads to frighten them so much.  Maybe they are afraid that something bad will happen to them when they stand up?  Gazing at each child, I can see their fears materialise inside my mind.  Some are afraid of so many new people.  Others are sad that they are not with their mothers.  One is afraid because he just soiled his underwear and is too embarrassed to tell the teacher.
    Sharyn and I then notice two boys fighting over a toy.  Really?  Is that all boys know how to do, is fight?   They both play tug-of-war with the small car while trying to push each other away.  The teacher walks over to the two boys and tries to break up the fight.  In return, one of the boys bites her on the arm.  Everybody is shocked, including me. 
    “Hey, don’t bite!” the teacher yells at the boy.
    “Fuck you!” yells the little potty mouthed boy.  “That douche had my car!”
    He bites the teacher again.  I see blood start to trickle down her arm as she screams out loud.  Sensing the teacher’s pain, my face suddenly feels hot with anger.  Glaring at the boy who has no manners, I think about what would happen if the roles were reversed.  Before my very eyes, the teacher’s pain transfers itself directly to the boy and he screams in agony.  When he looks down, his own teeth marks are showing on his arm and some blood is seeping from the bite.
    “You bit me!” screams the boy at the teacher.  “I am telling my mother on you!” he continues to prattle on.  Unfortunately for the young misfit, there is a room full of children who saw the boy bite the teacher, and not the other way around.  Sensing that the teacher can feel no more pain on her arm, I feel pleased and smile sheepishly.
    The teacher takes the boy by the ear and marches him into her office.  She rings the boy’s mother to come and collect him immediately.  When the mother arrives, she is not surprised at all that her son bit the teacher.  She then sees the bite on his arm and asked which child bit her boy.
    “Your son bit himself , Ma’am,” the teacher says glaringly.  “I am afraid that you will need to find a different kindergarten for your son.  He is no longer a student here as he poses a risk to the other students.  I will be notifying the Board of Education of his behaviour and it will be on his permanent record.”
    I love the balls on this teacher.  She reminds me a lot of my mother, who is also not afraid to