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ssing Mr. Jones, she failed to notice how he always wore grey or silvery
oloured clothes. She kept her head down as she neared Mr. Atkinson, P:
he school's principal talking to Mrs. Millard- Scott, the newest member ofthe Administration. "You know, Mrs. Willard- Scott, I am not 'LYIN' when I say that CCI is the best school in Simcoe County", stated the former science teacher. His co-hort replied, "Speaking of Simcoe County, is it ever windy out there! I have just come in from my car and its' blown my hair all over. I must look like a scarecrow!" "My hair looks fine and have a candy", Mr. Atkinson, a well known eater of sweets, confided as he shook his mane of sandy hair.
The day seemed to drag on and on for Dorothy. Finally it was time to catch the bus and return to a home void of her trusty dog. Having no appetite and lacking the strength to even talk to her best friends, Stacey Henderson and Cyla Hewitt, she opened her books to begin a long evening ofreading, solving problems and solving equations. At 10 pm, she suddenly sat up startled. Oh no, she had forgotten to bring home her novel from Mrs. Wilkinson's English class and they would be discussing some major points in it in tomorrows
4U class. After borrowing Uncle Henry's gas gussling SUV, she headed back to her hallowed halls of learning. HOWEVER, first she had a more important mission to accomplish- she had to free Toto as he romped in
Mrs. Wilson's backyard with her chows. Meeting success, she rushed in to find the school void of all except for the occasional custodian cleaning the halls.