Hannah

I walked into the living room and found my dog eating my homework.

"Parker, bad dog!" I yelled in frustration.

Parker looked at me with hurt eyes and whined.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this; I'm gonna be late for the bus," I said, picking up my homework. Then shoved it in my backpack.

I grabbed my lunch and headed out the door.

Hopefully, I won't get in trouble, and my teacher will believe me.

School started, and I walked to my class. Everyone sat down in their seats, and Mrs. Smith began to teach.

"Good morning, class." Mrs. Smith greeted.

"Good morning Mrs. Smith." The class responded.

Mrs. Smith smiled. "Homework from yesterday, pass it up, please."

Everyone does as told. Mrs. Smith noticed that I didn't pass my paper up.

"Hannah, where's your Homework." She asked.

"My Dog ate it," I said.

"Heard that one before, I don't believe you." Mrs. Smith said as she sat down at her desk.

The class laughed.

I ignored them. "Just give me another paper, and I'll do it," I told her. "I will also prove to you that my dog did eat my homework."

"Very well, come up here to get your homework." Mrs. Smith said.

I got up and walked to Mrs. Smith's desk. On the way there, someone spoke to me.

"Good luck proving that your dog ate your homework." Carla snickered.

"Thanks," I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. I got the homework assignment and started on it immediately.

"Hannah," Mrs. Smith said, Catching my attention. I looked up. "There's a reason why we call it homework."

"Oh yeah, sorry." I put my homework away.

The day went by pretty fast. Soon I'm on the bus, going home. Once I got home, I grabbed a snack and did my homework.

Once I finished my homework, I stuck it back in my bag, put it in my room, and closed the door behind me.

I started to figure out how to prove that my dog ate my homework.

If I don't prove it, then my class would think I'm a fool. I told the teacher, and she didn't believe me. So I'll have to find another way to prove it.

Then I remembered that we have a camera that records and it's in the living room. I run out of my room and into the living room. I grab the camera and hook it up to the computer.

I downloaded the part where my dog ate my homework, and I put it on a CD. Then I put the camera back in the living room and put the CD in my bag.

I smiled because of what I had accomplished.

Tomorrow I will walk into that classroom with evidence that my dog ate my homework. It is no longer a silly excuse for me; I have proof now.

I smiled at that.

The next day I arrived at my school. I go to class and sit in my seat.

"Good Morning, class." Mrs. Smith said.

"Good morning Mrs. Smith."

"Hannah, your homework?" Mrs. Smith asked me.

"Her dog probably ate it again." Carla assumed.

Everyone laughed, and I ignored them.

"Okay, class, that's enough." Mrs. Smith said to settle the class.

"It's right here," I say, holding it up. "And I also have proof that my dog did eat my homework."

Mrs. Smith took the CD and my homework. She watched the tape and believed me then.

"Very well, Hannah." Mrs. Smith said.

"To prevent this from happening again, I won't leave my homework lying around. It will be in my backpack at all times when I'm not working on it." I explained to Mrs. Smith. Proving that I learned my lesson.

Then I turned to Carla. "In your face, Carla!" I said, then stuck my tongue out at her.

I'll probably get in trouble for that later, but I didn't care.

~Dominique