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Taking a pen she wrote neatly across the
page under my name: WHAT I AM GOING
TO BE WHEN I GROW UP.
“I know the deadline for this competition is
still a week away, but I want to see your
ideas plan on Monday. Don’t you want to
enter the competition? Remember the ten
best written entries get a day out at Wizard
Park!”
I took the page and got out of there as
fast as I could. Miss Morris was one of
those teachers you obeyed. Miss Morris
always knew what you were thinking and
what you were about to do next.
How did I know what I wanted to do in
eight years’ time? I mean, does anyone?
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