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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 24 "Listen to this, Colby." I opened my French book and pulled out my essay and read aloud as he and I walked through the school doors. Colby steered us through traffic as I read, staying silent. "What do you think?" I asked, after I finished. Colby scrunched up his mouth. "Well?" He spoke cautious, "You hardly wrote about The Mona Lisa at all." I stopped and planted my hands on my hips. "They only gave us two hundred and fifty words! I couldn't write a whole book." I was getting ruffled again. Colby kept his mouth scrunched up. "Did you look at my drawing?" he asked. "I guess." "Did you look at her eyes?" "I guess." |