It was just about a week to go and then school would start and i was going to be in the first grade, i was excited to see all my friends but My sister Dorothy told me she knew the teacher i was going to get, and said she is really mean. I remember how shocked i was. I could not get it off my mind. By the time school was to start i was a nervous wreck, i knew the teacher would kill me. I got up for school in the morning.my mom packed my lunch, and left the house knowing full well i was not going, because i don’t want to die. I informed my sister Dorothy i am going to walk with a friend. Then a plan came to me, i knew a tree that had a little tree house, this was great, i had food and shelter, and i walked i walked around every once in awhile. I would walk home at the same time as the kids were walking home from school. Things were going great for a full week,but i was getting bored,so i scouted around for a new place to stay and i found this really neat hedge that had a space inside,a perfect cutout for me. I was going on my second week, ahh this is the life. I started for home and when i got there everyone was sitting in the living room, oh God, i hope they don’t know that i haven’t been going to school. Be calm i told myself. And how was school my mother asked? Fine i said. What did you do in class today asked my brother Harold. We drew pictures today i answered. That’s not true is it, now don’t lie to me. Harold was the boss, since my dad no longer lived with us and Harold was the breadwinner. The school informed us that you have not been in there for two weeks. After much interrogation i finally cracked, and spilled my guts and got a spanking.