Todd scratched his head.
Mrs. Jewls put a check next to Todd’s name on the blackboard under the word DISCIPLINE.
Todd really tried to be good. He knew that if he talked one more time, Mrs. Jewls would circle his name. Then he’d have to go home early, at twelve o’clock, on the kindergarten bus, just as he had the day before and the day before that. In fact, there hadn’t been a day since Mrs. Jewls took over the class that she didn’t send Todd home early. She said she did it for his own good. The other children went home at two o’clock.
Todd wasn’t really bad. He just always got caught. He really wanted to stay past twelve o’clock. He wanted to find out what the class did from twelve to two. But it didn’t look as though this was going to be his day. It was only ten-thirty, and he already had two strikes against him. He sealed his lips and went back to work.
There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Jewls opened it. Two men stepped in wearing masks and holding guns. “Give us all your money!” they demanded.
“All I have is a nickel,” said Mrs. Jewls.
“I have a dime,” said Maurecia.
“I have thirteen cents,” said Leslie.
“I have four cents,” said Dameon.
“What kind of bank is this?” asked one of the robbers.
“It’s not a bank, it’s a school,” said Todd. “Can’t you read?”
“No,” said the robbers.
“Neither can I,” said Todd.
“Do you mean we walked all the way up thirty flights of stairs for nothing?” asked the robber. “Don’t you have anything valuable?”
Todd’s eyes lit up. “We sure do,” he said. “We have knowledge.” He grabbed Joy’s workbook and gave it to the robbers. “Knowledge is much more valuable than money.”
“Thanks, kid,” said one of the robbers.
“Maybe I’ll give up being a criminal and become a scientist,” said the other.
They left the room without hurting anybody.
“Now I don’t have a workbook,” complained Joy.
Mrs. Jewls gave her a new one. Joy had to start all the way back at the beginning.
“Hey, Joy, what page are you on?” asked Todd.
“Page one,” Joy sighed.
“I’m on page eight,” laughed Todd triumphantly.
Mrs. Jewls heard him. She circled his name. Todd had three strikes against him. At twelve o’clock he left the room to go home early on the kindergarten bus.
But this time when he left, he was like a star baseball player leaving the field. All th
e children stood up, clapped their hands, and whistled.
Todd scratched his head.
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