It's a very funny story. I though Sarah was Mr. Hartwell's little daughter untill I read the last sentence.

In the beginning, Sarah stayed in bed refusing to go to school. She said she hated her new school. When Mr. Hartwell snapped up the shade, she tunneled down to the end of her bed. When Mr. Hartwell asked her what everyone would think if she weren't there, she answered, "They will think that I am lucky and they will wish that they were at home in bed like me."

What a clever answer!

Then Mr. Hartwell was very angry, he said, "I'm not playing this silly game one second longer. I'll see you downstairs in five minutes." He said the same way like my father when I am naughty.

Sarah got up because of Mr. Hartwell's last words. Sarah was afraid of Mr. Hartwell. But Sarah fumbled into her clothes just like me. I always dress myself that way and sometimes I poke my head through T-shirt sleeve.

Sarah didn't need make breakfirst, Mr. Hartwell handed her a piece of toast. Sarah didn't go to school by herself, Mr. Hartwell drove her there. And you know what? Sarah also pretended illness on her way to school.

In the school, Sarah was lead by principal to her class. And then the story goes to the most funny plot. The principal led Sarah to the front of the room and said, "Class, I would like you to meet ...... your new teacher, Mrs. Sarah Jane Hartwell."

Sarah is Mr. Hartwell's wife, she is a woman, a teacher. I laugh so loud that I can't sit in my chair any more. I roll on my carpet.

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