Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
None of my friends
like Mrs. O'Leary, I don't like her either. If you called her a nasty
old crow, you wouldn't be telling lies.
Mrs. O'Leary teaches
us when our teacher is gone and she's an awful person. She often has to
be wheeled out of the room she gets in such a state. We were all glad
when the bell rang and ran outside eagerly.
"I hate her.
She gives out so much". "She's so angry". "She wouldn't
let us have any lunch". "I can't wait until she's gone!"
were the many complaints at lunchtime. "Does anyone know why she's
disabled?" asked Sarah. "Oh everyone knows that replied Shauna
replied scornfully. She got pushed off a balcony and her legs never worked
again." "Really I didn't know that" I said. It was on her
wedding day too, very tragic," Shauna said, basking in the attention.
We all looked at her. She often made up stories but this time I felt she
was telling the truth.
That weekend I asked
my mum about Mrs. O Leary. "Oh yes I know her, that poor, poor woman."
I nearly choked. "Mrs. O'Leary, poor?" "I know what we
can do," mum continued, not noticing my dumbstruck face, "we
can bring her over one of the puppies." My dog had had puppies some
time ago and mum was still trying to get rid of them. She dragged me over
to Mrs. O'Leary's house with the little puppy. I felt sorry for him but
sorrier for myself.
She invited us in
for a cup of tea and I sat on the edge of the couch feeling uncomfortable.
Mum had handed her the puppy. I gripped the edge of the seat feeling sure
she was going to strangle it. I was in for a surprise. She handled him
gently and stroked his soft fur. She seemed different all of a sudden
not like the harsh person she had been. It seemed she had a second side
When I went to school
the next day Mrs. O'Leary was way nicer and gave us no homework at all.
Everyone was surprised. It seemed even Mrs. O'Leary had a kind heart inside
Rang 6 2011