My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
The paper had a slight bend where the fastener had been damaged.
Lauren offered a replacement folder.
Clara shook her head.
“I want the old one.”
“All right.”
She placed the clean copy in a separate sleeve.
Then took the yellow sticky note from her pocket.
Lauren watched.