He knew only two things. She was all he had

He knew only two things. She was all he had and he would never see again.

Next year was third grade and Miss Whitcomb would remain teaching second. He cut a big heart out of construction paper. This would show his true feelings.

Miss Whitcomb opened the valentine card and read it aloud in front of the whole class, "Roses are red, violets are blue, crayons cost less than a dinner for two."

"This is NOT how love is expressed," fumed Miss Whitcomb. "This is why creativity must be crushed out of you children!" She tore up the valentine card. "Hand in your crayons, NOW!"

Crushed we turned in our crayons.Miss Whitcomb handed our quill pens & parchment."I expect iambic pentameter." Rat-tat-tat-tat went her ruler.She would make little sonneteers of us

It would be so easy. Like ABC and 123. Freddie would distract Miss Peach by pulling Joanie' s pigtails. At that precise moment, I would grab the keys to our preschool from her desk

race out the classroom to the main entrance, exit it, lock it from the outside. Then, I was to pay a visit to each of the ancillary exits, and lock them as well. I would then toss

My glasses out the window and run for life.

Running for life was all I could do, for now my glasses were broken and nothing would fix them. I guess I have to go to store, that was my last thought and then I woke up.