TITLE: My Dog Jeeves
GENRE: MG Fiction
Few call me brave, but none call me foolhardy; a Wooster knows his limits.
When the final bell rang and the old man was not at his post, I knew I’d have to try a new tactic. Instead of dashing out the front door at 2:19, like I did every other day, I lingered at my locker. Could I do it? Could I really slip past them?