I was sitting in Homeroom, and suddenly I heard Ms. Katz say "Lily, can I speak to you?" "Oh no," I thought.
"Coming," I screamed across the room.
As I got out of my chair, I scurried to Ms. Katz's desk. I could see her face in dissatisfaction. "So, I did overhear that you cut Math Class on Wednesday, Oct. 14th. Sadly, I do have to send you to The Dean, where usually you'll get detention. I am shocked because you are such a wonderful student, I thought that you would never have to be stuck in The Dean's office being lectured."
"Uhhhhh," I whined as my cheeks reddened like tomatoes.
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The Life of a 6th Grader
General FictionLily is in 6th grade at Mark Twain. It's only the second month of school, and she had to go The Dean's office already. Also, she's getting really bad grades except in her talent, Art. How will she survive in the crazy, humongous world of middle scho...
