I solemnly walked out of my classroom and up the stairs to The Dean's gloomy office. All I could think about was being in detention. "Why did I cut class on Wednesday?" I thought back to the day. "Oh yeah, I was following my friends which led me to the wrong place and I got the blame." I thought. As I saw the empty room, I was so relieved. But, as I was walking back to Homeroom, The Dean was looking straight at me. "Hey, you." he screamed to me. I walked over to him.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
"Lily," I said quietly.
"O.K. You're the one. Come with me to my office," he demanded.
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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...
