My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
He looked toward the front.
“My report went on the Hero Wall yesterday.”
Clara glanced at the display.
A clean white sheet described Mateo’s grandfather and his work on fishing boats.
The drawing at the bottom showed a blue vessel cutting through waves.
An empty square remained beside it.
Clara had imagined placing Scout’s report there.
She had planned to draw the harness carefully and shade the pale scar above his ear.