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have to wait until after school to write the rest of the story of how Tiffany stole my journal because she is mean.

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    3:30 P.M.
    Now it is after school. Here is the rest of what happened at Tiffany’s: I finished with my homework and wrote in my journal while I waited for Tiffany to finish her homework and her workbook pages, whatever those are. I started writing that I figured out who Mom was mad at. She was mad at Brian. I did not know why Brian was in so much trouble for being a clown at school. Clowns are funny. I wrote that I didn’t like the way Mrs. Harris talked about Brian maybe going to jail when he grew up. It was mean of her to say that, and I have never heard of anyone having to go to jail for being a clown. You might have to go to the circus if you are a clown, but I don’t think you have to go to jail. So I wrote that Mrs. Harris doesn’t know anything. And then I wrote something very bad. I wrote that Mrs. Harris should just shut up.
    A few minutes after I started writing in my journal, Tiffany took her homework paper and left the room. When she came back, her paper had red marks all over it with lots of red writing at the bottom.
    â€œWe can’t do our homework in pen!” I blurted out. I knew that I had decided not to talk to Tiffany, but this was too important.
    Tiffany let a lot of air out of her lungs like grown-ups do when little kids don’t understand something. “I’m not turning this paper in,” she said like she knows everything. “My mom helped me make the writing better, and now I am going to write it over.”
    â€œWhat is the writing at the bottom?” I asked. I leaned over Tiffany’s paper to look at the words in red.
    Tiffany snatched the paper away from me. “That’s some stuff my mom wants me to add,” she said. “So I will write that stuff after I write the rest of it again.”
    I could not believe what she was saying. “That’s COPYING,” I said with lots of surprise. “Copying is against the law.”
    â€œIt’s not copying when a mom writes it,” Tiffany said. “My mother told me so.”
    â€œAre you sure?” I asked her. It still seemed like copying to me.
    â€œYES I’m sure,” Tiffany said. “Now you need to be quiet so I can do my work. Or I’m going to tell my mom you think she is breaking the law.”
    â€œI did not say that!” I told her. Then I stuck my tongue out at the back of Tiffany’s head when she turned around to do her stupid copying.

    I took a good look around Tiffany’s room. I had not been there since I was in first grade. It still looks almost exactly the same! It is mostly pink and white. And Tiffany always has her teapot and cups all set up.
    As I was looking around Tiffany’s room, I heard the doorbell, and then I heard Mom’s voice. I ran into the hallway to see her. “Thanks again, Sylvia,” Mom was saying. Then she saw me. “Oh, THERE you are, Keena,” she said. “Get your things, please. And do it quickly.”
    Mom didn’t need to tell me to get my things quickly because I was already running back into Tiffany’s room. I grabbed my books off Tiffany’s bed and shoved them in my backpack.
    When we got back to our apartment, we had a very quiet dinner. I asked Brian about his clown tricks, but before he could answer, Mom said, “I have heard enough about Brian’s clowning for today,” and told me to eat my peas.
    I ate eleven peas. It took a few minutes. I LOVE to eat peas. I love to eat peas one at a time rather than in a big crowded mouthful. While I was eating my peas, I had an idea for how I could help Brian learn to behave better. “Do you know what a fable is?” I asked him.
    â€œYes, I know what a fable is,” Brian said. His mouth was very full. Brian always puts every single one of his peas in his mouth at once.
    â€œA fable is a story