Caught by Mr. Peterson
I was breathing heavily and moaning when I heard someone clear his or her throat.
I rushed down the street and into the school. Making it into my class just as the bell rang. A few people chuckled and Mr. Peterson laughed, “good to have you here Bree, on time. Maybe you’re turning over a new leaf.” I sat in my seat and began the daily readings from a textbook. The class passed slowly, for my favorite subject I got stuck with Mr. Peterson, which isn’t a bad thing since he’s a good teacher, but it makes...