Riley gave up.
He couldn’t find his language arts notebook in his desk or in his backpack. He must have forgotten it somewhere.
"Does everybody have his or her notebook ready?" Mrs. Harrow asked. "Riley?"
"I think I left it at home."
Mrs. Harrow sighed. "This is the third time this week that you’re missing a notebook, Riley."
Riley was impressed that she knew the exact number of times. She remembered more about him than he remembered about himself.
Sophie sat on Riley’s right. Her notebook lay open in the exact middle of her desk
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