I got in trouble for not bringing in my homework, today. I did do my math homework and my English homework, and my history homework but when I answered her question of why I did not have it with me if I finished it all, she got mad and told me to sit down and to stop making up stories.
"But it's true," I said.
"That's enough lies out of you," my teacher said, angrily.
I got really mad then, and insisted that it was the truth.
"I tell you, a dragon ate my homework. She was as tall as a giraffe and as long as a bus and she ate my homework."
"Go to the corner," my teacher said.
The other children laughed at me, and so did my friends as I sat in the dark corner by the teacher's desk at the front of the class.
It's terrible up here! It's dark and dusty, no matter how many naughty ones sit up here and that happens a lot in the third grade. Everyone can see me-not like when I sit in the left row behind the two seats closer to the desk-my face is hot and I can feel myself beginning to cry. I s