Her books were scattered in the mud. She was crunched up in a ball, licking her grazed knee. She shifted a little to the books. but had to stop to breathe in the pain in her knee.
I rushed over and put a hand over her shoulder, until the tears had dried away.
I rummaged my and through the mud, counting if I've got every book. "History book...... Math book................ Science..............Topic..."

Someone accidentally spelt milk over me, staining my brand new shirt. I ran to the bathroom and started wetting my shirt with soap and water. But it only made it worst. The girl who I had helped walked in. And kindly gave me another shirt.