Doesn't play well with others

When I was in kindergarten I had issues. I did a lot of things my first year of school. I even escaped one day by running away. It was the beginning and end of my short lived track career. But there is one thing, looking back on it now, that I made brutally clear at five years old. I hated authority and I was built to rise up against the man. At that young age I entered the counter culture.
There is one day that stands out that I feel I should tell you about. This day explains so many of my actions as and adult. My teacher was truly a prophet. So walk with me now down memory lane.
It was a brisk spring day in Hawaii. It was a day not unlike any other day for most, but for me it was a day of revolution. There was a little boy in my class, and while his name I can't quite remember his face I still see clearly. He had freckles and blonde hair. He was tall for a kinder kid. He was the class bully and a royal snot. Actually he was king snot. Everyday before lunch we were allowed play time. From the first day of school King Snot made it clear to all that during play time he was the only one allowed to play with the green clay. This didn't bother me for most of the year. I would simply play house with the other girls. I always found a baby doll and sometimes I lucked out and got the one baby doll without crayon marks all over her face. Life was peaceful until that fateful day. I believe that it was at this point that destiny intervened. Bored with the crayon babies and make believe parties I knew that I wanted more then just a house. Then from the corner of my eye I saw that little boy playing with the green clay. The clay appeared to glisten. It was taunting me and beckoning to be sculpted by a master such as myself. I knew from the clay's pleas for mercy what I had to do. I walked right up to that little boy and did the five year olds equivalent to knighthood. In front of the entire class I pushed this bully aside and snatched the green clay right from his fat unwashed hands. Then with me chest puffed out I looked him right in the eye and said "mine". The entire class was watching in amazement and glee, unfortunately so was my teacher. She came marching over and demanded that I give him the clay. I defiantly told her "no" and consequently my name was put on the board. I proceeded to play with clay and I protected it like my precious.
The rest of the day ran like usual. At the end of the day we all sat down on the floor in front of the teacher and waited for our teddy grahm. This was a little slip of paper with a teddy bear on it and a message saying that you were "beary good today." The students without their name on the board received one. Well, while the teacher was handing them out she gave me one. I was a so happy, I honestly believed that she had figured out her mistake and was attempting to right it. I was wrong. Not a moment later she happened to glance at the board and see my name. She asked for it back and when who extended her hand I heard the firing of a gun and I proceed to sprint around the room. At this point I was still in the prime of my track career and the teacher just couldn't catch me. I was just praying that I could out run her until the bell rang and then I could dart out the door with my teddy grahm. Unfortunately before the bell rang my teacher had caught the handle of my turquoise minnie mouse back pack and had slammed me to the floor. There I was dazed staring up at this mammoth woman as she reached into my child sized hand and ripped my teddy grahm from my hand. She replaced it with a note that read "Shiela does not play well with others." I found it convenient that when my Mom picked me up that day my teacher told her that I ran away, but my teacher "forgot" to mention the body slam to the floor she gave me. I told my Mom about it on the way home. It could not have been better. The heat quickly was off me and on my teacher. I had committed the perfect crime, well kind of.
You see I tell you this story because to this day it is true. My kindergarten teacher handed me a prophecy that day. She told everyone just the kind of princess I would be. It is still true I don't play well with others, but you know what who needs the others.