This was 13 years ago, I was 5 years old. Let's call the girl in this story Skylar.

One day, Skylar was annoying me at lunch, while our teacher happened to be talking to the class. She was pinching me, taking my food, and kicking me under the lunch-table. I kept quietly telling her to knock it off, but she was relentless. I ended up getting really angry, and raising my voice at her. The teacher heard this and then called me out in a room filled with 250-300 kids or so. I was given a "green-light" warning by said teacher for interrupting her.

I don't think this happens in many schools, but our kindergarten class had a traffic-light system for punishments. It looked something like [this.](https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e9/71/7a/e9717a4b06824ef966496a92f0d286ac--classroom-behavior-in-the-classroom.jpg)

Everyone had little magnetic paper cars that started at the bottom of the whiteboard. If you misbehave once, you are given a warning and you have to move your car to the green-light. If you misbehave twice, you have to move your car to the yellow light and take a time out. You get the idea. I was a pretty good noodle, so it urked me that I got a warning, but whatever.

Then comes recess time. I was hanging out in the gym when Skylar comes up asks me to play with her. I followed her and she lead me into a small nook with a bunch of other kids under the bleachers. I thought it was kinda sketchy, so I was hesitant. I asked Skylar, "Did you ask a teacher if we can be here?" Skylar replied that yes, we won't get in trouble. So like 6 of us kids are sitting under the bleachers just chilling. Then all of a sudden, the same teacher that called me out earlier comes out of nowhere, and storms over to us. She begins to yell at us, telling us how dangerous it is to hide under the bleachers where an adult can't see us. She looked us all over and gave everyone involved a green-light warning, but then she noticed me. She remembers me from earlier and says I will actually be receiving a "yellow-light" warning.

I was so pissed. Skylar got me in trouble, **twice.** I sulked back to class, and shamefully put my little car by the yellow traffic light. My primary teacher, not knowing about the situation, asked if something was wrong. I shook my head and went outside into the hallway. I sat in "my place" while my classmates watched Thomas the Train. I was mortified. I had to explain to my friends and my family what had happened. 

About a week later, my chance for revenge came. I had seen Skylar run to the teacher, whisper something in her ear, and go into the bathroom with a pair of fresh pants. She came out wearing the new pair. I knew what had happened. Skylar had pissed herself. I immediately began going around the room, telling everyone what had happened. The rumor had spread like wild-fire, everyone knew. And Skylar went home with tears in her eyes, forever known as "pee-pee pants."

Am I the asshole?