"Are you okay?" she asked me. I rubbed my head; It hurt so much, making me want to cry. "No...my head hurts." I held my tears in. A look a worry entered her face. "Mrs. Galindo! May I take Diana to the nurse's office? She says she hurt her head!" the girl with black hair asked the teacher, who was practically standing there, frozen. Apparently none of her students had ever gotten hurt. "Yes, please take her," she told the girl in her thick Brazilian accent. The girl helped me up, and lead me out into the hallway. "I guess you know I'm Diana," I quietly told her, as we turned the corner.