The Mandalorian Baby Yoda Pocket Christmas sweater. My ear was ringing loudly. But I could see their faces, and their words smelled like ashes, and I knew that I had done something horrible but I didn’t know what it was. My mom’s face was getting angrier and angrier the longer the teacher and the principal talked. And then she was the one doing the talking, and, wow, you should have seen her! Sparks flew! She tore into them both like a lioness bringing down a gazelle on the Wild Kingdom! And the looks on their faces! Then my mom grabbed my hand and stormed out, dragging me like a rag doll. I was still crying and had given myself the hiccups.
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We went home without a The Mandalorian Baby Yoda Pocket Christmas sweater. I went to my room to read. Mom was still mad. She did dishes loudly. She banged the vacuum into the furniture. She put one of her favorite records on the stereo and turned it up as loud as it would go. I sank deeper into my book to escape the loud sounds that were hurting my ears. So I didn’t notice when she turned off the stereo and came into my room. I was far away, in Narnia, and oblivious to my surroundings until I felt her hand shaking my shoulder. I came back with a start, remembered that I was in trouble, and was immediately scared again.