[ WP ] Retell a major historical event as if they were the events of a kindergarten classroom .

As the first bell rang, Jackie looked at the desk next to hers. It was the second day in a row that the seat had been vacant. *Oh, that's right... he wo n't be coming back. * 
 
 John was the class president of Ms. Rica's fourth grade class. He was smart and had a kind smile. He was n't the most athletic of the boys, but he was charismatic - friends with well over half that class, both boys and girls, and probably most of the grade. She had never had a crush before he sat down next to her, smiled, and said `` Good morning''. 
 
 `` Good morning.'' Not `` Hi,'' or `` Hey,'' or even `` Hello''. He had the air of a gentleman, even at his age. She, a shy girl, blushed at his attention; his smile grew wider and his eyes twinkled. They became fast friends. 
 
 When Ms. Rica asked for nominations for class president, she was first to raise her hand. He beamed at her with pride. With roughly half the vote, he won; after class, he came to her and told her she'd be his first lady. 
 
 He led the class in training for their field day events, where they hoped to avenge the last year's loss in overall first place ribbons to Mr. Sovie's class. He led them in stamping out bullying. He led them in their science fair competition against Mr. Sovie's class, coordinating a group effort to build the best, highest flying bottle rocket. When he said he wanted it to go all the way to the moon, he was only half joking. 
 
 Then, three days ago... 
 
 He had collapsed at his desk. The class panicked. Jackie got up and ran to his side, grabbing his hand. The teacher dashed for the phone, fumbled it, and picked it up off the floor, dialing 911. The ambulance came; the paramedics rushed into the classroom, pulled Jackie aside, lifted him onto the stretcher, and took him away. 
 
 No words about John passed through Ms. Rica's lips; they tightened until they were white when Jackie asked. 
 
 But Jackie already knew. Three days later, she could still feel his hand growing cold in hers.
