"So, that was it. I'm officially staying extra hours at school for detention. Great!" I thought. The bell to first period rang and I was walking to Study Skills. The late bell didn't ring yet, so I was in luck. The day went by as fast as rain dropping from the gray clouds. So, when we all went to dismissal, I was in the main office. I had to call my parents, tell them I got detention, and I... lied! "Hi mom. I was just calling to tell you I have extra math tutoring so you can come pick me up at around 5. Good? Okay, bye." Those were the exact words I said. I wasn't too happy about it, but I'd explain when I'd go home. I got out of the main office and was on my way to "math tutoring".
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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...
