A case of misdirection

It came out of the blue. One minute, I was scanning the school playground for my group of friends. The next, I felt a hard kick – right in the middle of the seat of my pants.

I turned around angrily to see who had inflicted this ignominy on my bottom and saw Sandra Baird, with a smug, complacent look on her face. “Serves you right!” was all she said. I was mystified – Sandra and I were friends, and had been classmates for seven years (we were now both 11). Why would she do that?

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