The school was almost empty.
When I reached my classroom, the door was partly open.
I heard papers moving.
I thought Mrs. Carter was grading homework.
But when I looked inside, she was kneeling beside a cabinet.
There were several white envelopes spread across the floor.
I recognized them.
Our school had been collecting money for a program that helped children whose families couldn’t afford field trips, lunches, or school supplies.
Our teacher had told us about it several times.
Some parents had donated cash.
That afternoon, I saw Mrs. Carter opening the envelopes.
She counted the money.
Then she placed some bills inside her purse.
At first, I didn’t understand.
Then she pulled out a folder from the cabinet.
She crossed out numbers on several pages and wrote different amounts beside them.
I moved backward.
My shoe squeaked against the floor.
Mrs. Carter turned around.
I still remembered her face.
