I was doing my maths worksheet when Mr. Granker pointed his wonky finger at me and growled in a low voice,” I want a word with you.”
I sighed. This wasn’t the first time he had wanted me. What was he going to tell me?
“I received an email telling me that you have scribbled on the boy’s bathroom walls,” continued Mr. Granker in his serious tone.
I gulped. That, I shouldn’t have done, I admit. I hadn’t meant to do too much, only a few little scribbles. I knew I was in big trouble this time, unlike the others.