![]() ![]() I don’t try to be a jerk, but as the school hallways clear out and the parking lot empties, it becomes more and more unfair that I’m the only student kept after. Skinner keeps tracing a circle on his desk pad. When she does, I start swinging my leg again, not banging my shoe this time but still swinging. Mitchell avoids my eyes and I keep staring until she looks at me. It’s easy to tell when adults don’t like you. This is the second time I’ve been in here in the past two weeks. ![]() This school is allowed to do that, with parent permission, even to fourth graders. The principal stares at me from across his desk with my teacher, Mrs. I flick my eyes up and immediately stop kicking my foot into my chair. ![]()
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