Too tired and in pain to get up and run after your glasses, you remain seated where you are and let out a good, long, wailing cry. You find it to be surprisingly therapeutic.
As you continue crying, Mrs. Feldspar, the school's playground supervisor, walks up to you with a rather annoyed look on her face. "Stop crying," she says in that emotionless, gravelly voice of hers. "Crying's for babies. If you ever wanna become a functioning member of society, you've gotta talk out your problems like rational adults do."
"But... but... my glasses..." you protest between incoherent blubbering, to which Mrs. Feldspar immediately shushes you. Suddenly, a deceptively sweet and lovable voice can be heard behind you.
"Mrs. Feldspar, I found these glasses in the sand. I picked them up so no one would step on them. Could you please return them to their rightful owner?"
You turn around, and sure enough, it's Morgan Kaczynski again, back from wherever it was she ran off to. Beaming, Mrs. Feldspar smiles down at her, takes your glasses from her outstretched hand, and pats her on the head. "Thank you, Morgan," says Mrs. Feldspar, and Morgan walks off, flashing you a slight sneer that no one else seems to notice.
"Are these your glasses?" asks Mrs. Feldspar. You nod, and she hands your eyewear back to you, while shaking her head and muttering something or other about how kids need to stop losing things all the time.
Relieved, you place your glasses back on your face. They're a little crooked now, but at least your vision is clear again.