“Homework?” Evie, my classmate and homework checker asked. She is such a know-it-all, so having her as homework checker is torture.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, turning around. “are you asking me for a piece of paper?”
“You know you have to do your homework!” Evie said, hands on her hips. “Let me have.”
“Why should I?” I respond. “School is something adults invented so they won’t have to pay for a babysitter. And homework is something adults give to take a piece of school home with us!”
"You need to do your homework!" Evie said it like the world was ending. "Otherwise, you can't come with us to decorate masks and receive bracelets with little buddies!"
"You need a mask to cover your face!" I shot back at Evie.
"Hmph!" Evie hmphed as she wrote my name on her little sticky-note.
Hello, My name's Poppy Nguyen, i'm ten years old, and let's just say I do what I want, say what I want, and mess with the people I want.
Here are a few things to know about me:
1: I am not "poppy" at all.
My parents named me Poppy, as in happy, lively, etc, etc, etc but i'm none of those stuff.
2: To me, there's no such thing as homework.
And why should there be?
3: I'm not one one of those "pretty, perfect princesses"
If you're a three-year- old girl looking for "Cinderella", then you found the wrong book...
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