My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom

Harrow was entering the office.

She held a stack of worksheets.

Her reading glasses rested low on her nose.

She looked at Clara.

Then at the bent folder.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Clara almost asked why she’d thrown it away.

Instead, she walked toward class.