There’s a kid playing by the drainage! Where’s his teacher?
I thought to myself as I gratifyingly ate my turkey sandwich.
His rainy day boots will slip through that opening anytime soon. I would yell but he’s too far out. What kind of teacher would leave his/ her students unsupervised anyway?
I heard Mr. S blow his whistle just in time for the expected fall. The boy ran down the miniature slope as soon as he heard the warning. I went back to watching my students who were playing at our designated area. As soon as the recess bell rang the students ran in front of their classrooms pushing and shoving to be first in line. As I waited patiently for them to settle down I saw a pair of rainy day boots standing safely in my boys line.