B watched for him all morning, but when she arrived in Mr. Bishop’s room for English class, there was still no sign of George. B fed Mozart a baggie full of celery sticks, and laughed as the hamster snarfed them like a kid eating Halloween candy. But all the while she wondered, where could her friend be? Mr. Bishop started reviewing last night’s homework, and a few minutes later, George burst in. His “La Zebra Italiana” jersey was inside out, and his hair, which was always a bit of a shaggy blond mop, was practically standing upright. He ran into the room just as Mr. Bishop was collecting the preposition packets. “Mr. Bishop, can I call my mom? I can’t find my homework, I think I must have left it at home. My mom might be able to drop it off for me.” “No need to interrupt your mother’s day over this,” Mr. Bishop said. “Stop by my desk after class and we’ll figure out what to do about your assignment, okay?” George sat next to B. His face was drawn, his lips pressed tight together.
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