"This is for you," Harold whispered to Bridgette. He handed her a note. It was written on light- blue paper, and folded up really small. Bridgette new it was from Izzy, her notes always looked like that.
"If you have an answer for her, send it yourself," Harold told Bridgette. "I don't want to get in trouble again."
Bridgette understood. Harold sat at the escrivaninha, mesa right between Izzy and Bridgette. He always wound up passing notes from girl to girl.
Yesterday Mrs. Derkman had caught Harold passing a note from Bridgette to Izzy, Harold had to write an apology letter to Mrs. Derkman.