Shelby walked to school every morning. She thought about all the great things Mrs. Anna taught in class. Like math, physics and biology. Could she compose a killer fragrance smell that’s poisonous. It would be like mustard gas in World War II but kinder. Would that make her dad love her? She ruminated as she walked. When she finally arrived, she tied her long hair into ponytail. She was relieved to see her classmates. They all turned a jealous green color when they saw her new backpack bought from Muji. Etc.