“Who wants to buy a pom pom?” Kip called out as he waved the homemade fabric ball wildly through the air. MicroSocietyHe locked eyes with a fourth grade girl and she quickly responded. “No thanks, I have one already, I don’t really need another one.” Kip sighed. He’d heard that quite a bit…
“I want to return these flashcards. I lost the receipt, but I want my money back!” a frustrated fourth grader pleaded with the clerk at Strattonville Math Games. “I’m sorry – but we have a policy, so I can’t give you your money back without a receipt. You can trade in those cards for something…
As his classmates gathered around a table discussing next month’s Micro newsletter, Mauricio sat at his desk with one hand on his chin, the other twirling a pencil. “Mauricio,” Mrs. Collette tapped his shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to join the newsletter committee? You’ll earn money to spend in the marketplace –…
“Why are you wearing that?” six-year-old Hudson asked his big sister, who was busy smoothing out the wrinkles of her green cotton dress. It wasn’t the usual navy blue uniform, and Hudson was confused. “I have my first Congress meeting today,” Ruby answered. “We’re allowed to dress up nicer for that.” “You’re…
“You’re our new boss? The kid who’s always in trouble?” Darryl stood in front of the room, his confidence fading as he surveyed the confused and seemingly annoyed faces in front of him. He was addressing the Soar High Magazine staff for the first time since he’d been hired as the manager –…
Darryl shifted his weight in his chair and looked around at the other students waiting outside the principal’s office. He smiled at a girl who was crying softly. “It’ll be fine, I’m here all the time.” But inside, he was more nervous than usual. Was he going to be suspended again? The…
Andre tapped his foot and glanced at his watch. It read 11:01 a.m. “It’s time for math,” he said quietly. Tick, tock. The seconds ticked away as Andre nervously opened and closed his book. 11:02 a.m. “Mrs. Medina,” he said, his voice growing louder as he grew more impatient. “It’s time for…
Taylor spiked his pencil to the ground out of frustration. “You want me to be a what?” “A bookkeeper,” his exasperated teacher Ms. Morris repeated. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, Taylor. What did you say you were going to do?” “Take deep breaths instead of throwing things,” the fifth…
“… and Kara just found out she’s switching schools so we really need to fill the Head Cashier position fast. Is anyone interested in applying?” David was only half-listening as he sat in a meeting with his co-workers. There was no way he was going to volunteer for the task his new manager…
“You probably shouldn’t do that here,” Jason whispered to his friend Grant. “Everyone is looking.” Grant looked down at the pile of Micro bucks on the table. “I’m just counting this before I take it to the bank,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, everyone knows it’s from you!” “It’s not like I’m…