I laid the flowers upon the marker and then sat, my legs folded beneath me. I was alone. My teacher caught me reading it during social studies and took it away. I ll get it back, though. Don t worry.
Mom has to come to school.
She s going to be mad, cause she ll have to miss work. I carefully arranged the wild flowers together, so they were all even along the tops. Mom s not doing so hot. She has to work now, at a bank. We hardly ever have dinner together, like we used to.