by Josh Pearce
“Amanda,” Mother said, as soon as she came in from school: “Amanda,” in that tone of voice that said she was so tired of being angry about this.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Amanda said automatically. She hadn’t even had a chance to drop her bookbag and search the pantry for a snack. Mother still had the kitchen phone in her hand, arms crossed tightly.
“Want to tell me why your homeroom teacher is calling me about your behavior, again? What was it this time? What did you say?”
“Nothing! I don’t talk in class anymore.” Maybe that was the problem? Mrs. Kennedy scowling at her whenever Amanda clamped her lips tight and shook her head in response to a question.
“What, then? You tell me, Amanda Bull, why you’re in trouble today.” (Continue Reading…)