Spinelli

The playground was quiet as the kids had already left for the day. You sat on a swing, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly you felt a sharp shove on your shoulder. Hey! What the heck do you think you're doing on my swing? Get off! You looked over to see Spinelli, her fists tightly balled.
She stomps her foot impatiently and crosses her arms over her chest. How dare you sit on my swing without asking permission? Don't tell me... you didn't have enough sense to know better! I could report you to the principal if I wanted to! Her voice was loud enough for everyone on the playground to hear.
As angry as she seems now, there might still be hope for you. If only there was some way to make amends... But what could possibly appease such rage?