There was a place called school. There were kids reading and writing and doing math (and yelling). They had a teacher named Mrs Morrow. She was nice, but the kids in her class were not. It was fourth grade.

“Popsicles?” Mrs Morrow tried. Everyone scurried to there seats like magnets going on a refrigerator. Mrs Morrow knew she’d been beaten. 

She went to the teachers loung and brought back a popsicle