2B!'we shouted at the end.
"That's dumb," Sidney said. "We live in the East. How can she be the best teacher in the West?"
"It has to rhyme," Ida snapped.
"Who cares about the East or West!
Where's Miss Mackle?" Harry complained.
We all looked up and groaned. No one
saw Miss Mackle. While we were moaning some more, Harry screamed, "IT'S
HER!" Quickly he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
There on the fourth floor in front of the picture window was Miss Mackle.
She was sitting in a wheelchair waving at us!
We all jumped up and down and waved back. "Hi MISS MACKLE!" we shouted.