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.
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.