Devonne Brown

“When we read your story, the first thing we need to know is where we are and who is in the story,” I told the class. Think of a children’s story you know…”

S’naid raised her hand and asked, “How many bears were in Goldielocks and the three…oh. She had the grace to laugh at herself, even though what could be seen of her face above her mask turned dark apple red. I busted out laughing right out in front of the class, couldn’t help it. They’d never seen me laugh before and were half scared, but they laughed too. 

S’naid’s story was about how she got the three bears wrong. She wrote she made the whole class laugh, and didn’t get embarrassesd.

She didn’t have a clear turning point in the story, but according to the text, “the teacher called her Goldilocks for the rest of her life, the end.” 

I wrote on her paper in green ink, that she her story had a strong beginning and a funny end. I never made papers bleed with red unless it was a paid gig. I could be a mercenary.

S’naid also needed a period instead of a comma between “life.” and after “the end.” Oh, and don’t forget to capitalize the “T” in “The end.”

S’naid was proud of her “A-.”