Chapter 3 A Good Chuckle
Chapter 3 A Good Chuckle
The office is where Principal lives. I know my way there by heart.
There is a typing lady there, too. She looked over the counter at me.
"Well, well, well. Would you look who it is," she said.
I looked down at myself. "Well, well, well. It looks like me," I said kind of quiet.
The typing lady pointed at the blue chair: The blue chair is where bad kids sit.
Only I'm not even bad. But I still have to sit there sometimes.
I put my feet on
