My daughter and I have a boy in our classes, an eighth-grader, who wears the same thing every day. A pair of big baggy pants, a long grimy white t shirt under a huge baggy grey hoodie with a hole in it where he tore the pocket off the other day. 392 more words
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Jill walked with Jake into the recreation hall. David greeted them.
“Well, so you’ve been back a few weeks now; how’s it going so far?” he asked. 1,035 more words