https://padlet.com/21jilb04/nc29c14xkb2w en-us 2016-02-08 16:24:49 UTC 2025-10-24 15:48:22 UTC hello@padlet.com 21jilb04 https://padlet.com/21jilb04/nc29c14xkb2w/wish/93837044 April 17th it was, and a cold day too. Before she went to bed, Ireland put her clothes into the wash, then into the dryer. Comfortable clothes for her were long pants, a tee- shirt, and a jacket. Dean, Ireland's dog, just loved to play in the mud and Ireland loved playing with Dean, as well as her brother Quincey 

Everyday after Ireland got home, Dean would meet her at her bus stop then pounce on her, his muddy paws and all. Friendly as she was, Ireland hated one thing; dresses. Grancy McCallester, the school's principal, had gotten mad at Ireland many times for coming to school with muddy clothes. "Hey, Ireland," she'd say now and again. "I'd wear a dress if I were you. Just as long as it fits school standards, that is." 

"Kay," Ireland said under her breath every time. "Lame dresses are so uncomfortable!"

"Mum, I'm home, is my patch done?"

Now, Ireland had been in school for three months. Only one month of those three has she not been suspended for back-talking the teachers or principal. 

"Papy is in the shed working on Dean's dog house, and I have been working on it," mum called.

Quincey walked right in front of her as she begins to walk to find Papy.

"Right in front of me?" she exclaims angerly. 

"Sorry Ireland, but I just got a call and can't finish your patch," mum sighed. "Tomorrow you're gonna have to wear a dress."

Utterly disgusted, Ireland moped up to her room and talked to Vincent. Vincent was her best - imaginary - friend. "Why's mum making me wear a dress tomorrow? Xandria the class president may happen to love them, but I hate them! Zebra striped jackets and jeans are my thing!"  


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