I flopped down on the grass and buried my face in my arms. Over and over in my mind, the orange-and-black slug flew toward Ms. Morgan. Over and over, I watched her slide down the steep bank beside the trail. What if she’d broken something? A leg. An arm. They were probably calling on their cell p...
“WE NEED TO MAKE a business calendar,” Claire said later that morning. “We can write down all the things we have to do.” “We don’t need a calendar,” I said. “Think of it,” Claire said. “We can make it seven pages long—a page for each day. Every day will have a list in it.” I thought about it. May...
He took his glasses off as they clouded over with steam. “That was your teacher.” “Oh?” I closed my book and pressed it against my aching stomach. “She thinks we’re having company for Thanksgiving dinner.” I swallowed. My ears crackled. “She thinks SHE is our company for Thanksgiving dinner.” I s...