My Backpack
My teacher raised her voice at me, because I had my head down on my desk.
I'd never been yelled at by her before, so I started to cry.
I reached into my backpack to pull out my water bottle,
But my teacher looked scared.
She told the rest of the class to get under their desks.
She picked up the classroom phone, and I heard the dialing tone of 3 numbers:
Nine, One, One
My teacher was calling the cops,
Because she was scared of my backpack.













