Justine McKeen, Pooper Scooper Read Online Free

he going to get rid of our gym teacher and send us to the gym by ourselves? That’s no different than taking away our librarian, Mrs. Reynolds.”

    When Justine, Safdar and Michael finished reading the paper, they gave each other high fives. But their grins faded when the PA system came on and they heard, “Justine McKeen, please report to the office immediately.”

Chapter Nine
    When Justine got to the office, Jimmy Blatzo was waiting for her. He had his Pooper Scooper T-shirt on.
    â€œI’m not letting you get into trouble by yourself,” he said.
    Michael and Safdar showed up too.
    â€œHang on,” Michael said. “You are not going in there alone.”
    Safdar looked at Jimmy Blatzo. “That’s okay?”
    â€œGood to see you guys,” Jimmy Blatzo said. “Let’s get this over with.”
    They entered the principal’s office. The principal, Ms. Booth, sat behind her desk. They lined up in front of her.
    â€œStrange,” Ms. Booth said. “And here I thought I called only for Justine.”
    â€œWe are in this together,” Michael said. “See our T-shirts?”
    The school secretary knocked on the open door. “Ms. Booth, there’s a bunch of kids out here. All of them are wearing Pooper Scooper T-shirts. They said if Justine McKeen is in trouble, then they are too.”
    Ms. Booth put her face in her hands. When she lifted her head, she said, “I don’t have enough room in here. Please take them to the library. Tell them to wait for me.”
    Ms. Booth held up the paper. “Do you see this headline? School Official Cares More About Poop Than Kids’ Literacy .”
    â€œYes,” Safdar said. “My eyesight is good. I had a checkup last week and—”
    Blatzo elbowed Safdar. “She didn’t mean it like that.”

    Ms. Booth put her face in her hands again. Then she looked at Justine. “Let me guess. The Pooper Scooper Club was your idea.”
    â€œThe school supported a walking school bus, right?” Justine said. “From that I learned we can make a difference by working together. So I thought if the whole town got involved, maybe we could get Mrs. Reynolds back in the library.”
    â€œWe miss her,” Jimmy Blatzo said.
    â€œSo you made sure everyone in town saw a photo of Mr. Ripley pointing at dog poop on his shoe?” Ms. Booth asked.
    â€œThere was poop all over the park across from the school board office. He told me to solve that problem instead of the librarian problem. So I listened. The dog poop is a big problem.”
    â€œJustine,” Ms. Booth said, “do you see that because the T-shirt says Stop the Poop at the School Board Office , some people think that means Mr. Ripley is full of poop? Not that there is too much dog poop in Central Park?”
    â€œI wish I could lie to you,” Justine said. “But that did occur to me.”
    Ms. Booth sighed. “Some people think the T-shirt is disrespectful.” Ms. Booth sighed again. “Some people think it’s funny. I do wish Mrs. Reynolds was back in the library.”
    â€œWell,” Justine said, “Mrs. Reynolds said if enough parents cared, maybe that would change Mr. Ripley’s mind.”
    â€œI have good news for you,” Ms. Booth said. “This morning, two hundred parents sent emails asking if they could buy a Pooper Scooper T-shirt. Most of those emails also ask why the school doesn’t have a librarian. Why are parents sending emails to the school to order T-shirts?”
    Safdar coughed. “Ms. Booth, I wish I could lie to you. But maybe, just maybe, somebody made a flyer that has the school’s email address on it. Maybe that student’s name was Safdar.”
    â€œYes, Safdar,” Ms. Booth said. “I’ve seen the flyer. Next time, you need to ask to use the school’s email address, okay? Or at least make sure you don’t put your name on