Ms. Peterson was one of the youngest teachers at Leete Road Elementary School and she was the newest. Her hair was shiny and blonde, flat-cut in a bowl around her pale face. She always wore a dress. Ms. Peterson expected disciplined third graders.
"Neat desk, neat handwriting, and neat appearance equals a neat mind," she intoned every morning as her heels clicked on the floor between the desks. Most of the children sat up straight, but some were what she would call "underdeveloped".
Kelly sniffed and rubbed her sore nose with the back of her sleeve. The clicking paused beside Kelly's desk. In an instant, Ms. Peterson had a tissue wrapped around Kelly's nose and mouth. "Blow," she commanded. Kelly started to cry. "Blow!" Ms. Peterson shook Kelly's face and waited. The dirty little girl with the chronic sinus infection blew as she sobbed. Ms. Peterson pushed Kelly's face away. "You will be staying after for detention."
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