The Principal's Office
such a naughty girl
Miranda looked again through her back pack, “It’s just not here,” she thought, as she shuffled the notes she had taken in chemistry class that afternoon. Looking at the clock, she jumped up and headed back to school. Even though it was five thirty, she hoped that maybe Tom Hawkins, the night janitor would be there to let in. Without the lab results from the experiment she had been working on, it would be impossible to wri...