That evening I sat Mom and Dad down and told them everything I had done in the last 2 days. They were impressed. Mom, especially, was impressed with... the deal I had finagled on the airfare.“When do you think you’ll go?” asked Dad.“I checked on flights tomorrow and there’s one that goes to London at 11:45 AM. Thought I’d see if I could get on it.”“Tomorrow!? Wow, son. You move fast,” Dad said. “Well it sounds like you’ve planned stuff out very well. I can take the morning off work to drive. Oh I bet the tongue would be softer that my finger. Walking out to the shed I could hear Mr. Johnson's dog was barking, we are all afraid to get to close to Mr. Johnson's stuff because of his big dog. It is a Collie and his name I think is Buster. Sister told me I was to work in the rear flower garden, to use the hand hoe, and take the weeds out. I know the hands tools are on the side of the shed, but I wanted to go inside and look around. Buster did not scare me with his barking, we made. I went to bed and hoped my sister forgiven me.There was no excuse for meto take out all my frustrations on her and be the bully I so much hated.The storm lasted for a long time, so I could hardly sleep, and when I didI must have twisted and turned in the bed, as when I woke up, the sheetswere everywhere. I hated the storm but the sun was shining today and itwas great spring weather. I smiled as I walked to school, looking at theflowers springing up and noticed how busy the birds were. God done. However, both Miss Smith and Miss Lawson continued to resist and refused to give any of the girls a detention. They continued to maintain that it was pure coincidence that behaviour was improving throughout the college and had nothing to do with the discipline regime. They pointed to the fact that one of the girls, in particular, was consistently top of the class but never got a detention. They said that was proof that you didn’t need the incentive of being disciplined to work hard.What Miss.