One morning I found a short piece of string on the floor. I tied a small loop on one end and carefully tightened it around the end of her pigtail. The other end of the string was neatly tied to the back of her chair.
Every day we would have a milk break around 9:30 in the morning. After Linda finished her milk, she got up to put the carton in the waste paper basket. Immediately my little trap was sprung. She was yanked back into her chair by the string on her hair.
“Jack!” she yelled. “Stop pulling my hair!”
My laughter soon subsided as Miss Johnston sternly approached to survey the situation. “What do you think you’re doing, young man?” she asked. “One of these days you’ll learn that you can’t touch a girl without permission. So until you do, get up there and stand in the corner.”
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