Haven't Got a Clue!: Give Me Liberty or Give Me Detention!

Haven't Got a Clue!: Give Me Liberty or Give Me Detention! — page 9
Henry squirmed a little in his chair and then straightened Henry was about my height maybe a little taller He had greasy brown-blond hair that he tried to make nice by slicking back Some of it draped over his forehead not doing him any good Gee Jon I don’t know what to do he whined twisting a baseball cap in his fists I’m in real trouble here I need your help I sat back in the chair again and sighed Then I put my hands in both pockets and searched Finally I pulled out a half-pack of gum and dug a stick out for myself I offered a stick to Henry A smile formed on Henry’s face and the grip on his hat loosened Aw no thanks I gave that stuff up a while ago he said You know on account of the cavities and all I’m on a first-name basis with my dentist now Probably a good call there Hank Your teeth will last a lot longer without this I waited a few seconds Do you mind if I call you Hank He loosened up a bit more Gee my own mother calls me Jason sometimes She doesn’t 12