Mr. Davison sat back in his desk chair and sighed. Why were there always so many troublemakers? For once, he'd like to run a school like a well-oiled machine.
As he sat back in his chair, he noticed something underneath his desk. It was one of those sticky notes that were used for reminders. "How did that get down there?" he muttered to himself.
He plucked it off his desk and looked at it. There was a sentence on the yellow sticky note that looked like it was written by a child. And suddenly, the principal was unable to stop from reading it out loud.
"I wish ..."
