Notes

When the bell rang, everybody scrambled to line up. A bunch of wild boys pushed and shoved their way in front of Howard and he didn't even say anything. As I headed toward the line, a girl from my class named Audrey Mitchell waltzed right up to me and said '' Nice boots. '' She smirked while her friends giggled behind her. I felt Scrappy' s temper working its way from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Hot as fire. Then I said, '' Thanks. They' re good for kicking, '' and I kicked her skinny shin. Hard. The next few minutes were a blur of crying and hollering and tattling and then I found myself sitting in front of Mr. Mason, the principal. While he lectured about my inappropriate behavior, I studied the inky little stars and hearts I had draw on this morning. Mr. Mason asked me if I knew that what I did was wrong and I would like it if somebody did that to me and a bunch of other questions I didn't even care about. I said ''Yessir'' and ''No, sir'' but I kept my eyes on my inky atm and clunked the heels of those majorette boots against the legs of my chair.