Craig Burns
Official Report (Dictated)
I’m
always here early. My dad has to drop me
off when he can, and early is when he
can. So I’m always here early, like I
said.
So
on Tuesday I was early, like usual, waiting in the Office. You can barely see me, seated in my
wheelchair, behind the counter. If you
don’t look, you won’t. See me, that is.
That
Brian kid didn’t look on Tuesday, early.
He rushed by, carrying something in a brown bag.
A
few minutes later, he came back. No
bag. Both hands free.
He
never noticed me. Going. Coming back.
Never. And I was glad.
Michael Jumper
Official Report
I
was jumping up, touching stuff, the highest stuff I could. Like I always do. In the English room—Mr. Stratford’s
room—there’s this tall orange cabinet where he stores junk he uses in
class. On top, too, is some stuff. I wanted to what all was up there—I’m always
doing that, looking on top of things.
Most people aren’t curious enough to look—or can’t figure out how they can.
But I’m curious. And I know how
to look. By jumping. So I jumped on Tuesday, right before home
room. And that’s when I seen it.
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