Missy Malone Is an Alien . . . Pass It On
Scab, please remove the number two pencil from your nose,” says Miss Sweetandsour. “You know what to do.”
I know what to do, all right. I just don’t want to do it.
I am supposed to stand up, which is dumb because in two seconds I will have to sit right back down again. Miss Sweeten is giving me that squished up lemon face—the one that earned her the nickname Miss Sweetandsour. I have no choice but to obey my teacher. I blow the pencil out of my left nostril. There’s a wet glob of tan snot on the eraser. I get to my...