The sun was up, but not far enough up to warm the chilly air. Puffs of steam shot from Bradley's mouth as he spoke. That's what school is. Duncan, Bradley's friend and classmate, strutted two steps ahead, trying to pick up the pace. And since we have to go to school we'd better hurry or we'll be late.
Nothing makes the teacher crabbier than when kids are tardy.
Bradley stomped on a pill bug that had the misfortune of crossing his path. The only time you see her smile is when she's dishing out punishments. Maybe she'll get better. And think what books she makes us read. And the math sheets she makes us do.