My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
“Yes.”
Patel nodded.
“Then we can correct the academic record accordingly.”
Clara lowered the paper.
The class was still watching.
She had imagined feeling victorious.
Instead, she wanted to sit down.
She wanted the report to be ordinary schoolwork again.
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