Alexis screamed because I’d surprised her, and the dogs went crazy barking like the mailman had suddenly appeared in the room, and the whole ruckus brought Mom running.
She gave me an exasperated sigh, but then she seemed to get an idea. She smiled to herself and went into the office in the back, the one with all the windows, and got on the computer.
“Sure. From all the parents whose children you’ve corrupted. Why do you think they banned all those books to begin with? Because the parents think they’re going to rot our brains and turn us into violent criminals.”
“Uh...” I said. I looked at Rebecca. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head.
“We, uh...” I stammered. We couldn’t tell her what our bake sale was really for.
“Kid prisoners. Kids our age who are in jail.”
Under the table, Rebecca started hitting me in the leg with her fist.
“You mean, juvenile delinquents?” Principal Banazewski said.
“Kid prisoners. Kids our age who are in jail.”
Under the table, Rebecca started hitting me in the leg with her fist.
“You mean, juvenile delinquents?” Principal Banazewski said.
the act of expressing earnest opposition or protest
But this time I didn’t say anything. Blurting out an objection was one thing; arguing with the principal was another. Still, I didn’t see what the difference between banning and removing was.
“Do you have a different stamp for every day?”
“Oh heavens, no. There was a neat little gizmo that could stamp any date. I wonder if I still have one.”