Ok, I've been very bad. I haven't posted in 12 days although I said I would.
HOW CAN I MAKE MYSELF REMEMBER???
Oh, I just had an idea. Maybe I can make this a competition. If someone can think up a way to make me remember to post and it works for a whole week, they will be able to post on my blog anytime they want just by emailing their post to me and it will be put on as soon as possible. Within reason, of course, nothing inappropriate.
Anyway, this past week has been quite interesting. Some students hacked into the administration of the school using the laptops we are given and were able to change documents and mess with other people's computers. The school found out and took away all of our laptops to check for evidence of these crimes. Now, I promise you it was not me. Even if I wanted to hack the school system I would have no idea how. We just got our computers back because they found the perpetrators and they will probably be suspended. I think that those people who committed the crime should be punished but should also be awarded an A+ in Technology.
I have a piano concert coming up soon. Anyone in the Nassau area is invited to attend. Tickets are $20 but you would have to buy them from me. It is on December the 14th at the Atlantis Ballroom. It will be spectacular, I promis you. The show begins at 6:00 but there is an art exhibition and silent auction starting at 5:00. You must dress nicely or you may not be let in.
I will be playing
1) Invention 14 by Bach
2) Waltz in A minor by Chopin
3) Turkish March by Mozart
4) Maple Leaf Rag by Joplin
5) Tres Villicancicos a Spanish Christmas Duet.
Until next time, Bernard
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, 15 November, 2008
Today was pretty fun. As usual, I went with the Jenningses. Then, when we got to school, I had sports first. We played soccer. My team won at the end. After break, we should have had Math but instead we had a Secondary School-wide choir practice with my piano teacher, Mrs. Kim. It was very fun. At least I thought it was; I like singing. Anyway, after that, we went to English where we watched some of "The Gods Must Be Crazy" That is a hilarious movie. After English, we had Humanities where another group presented their project. Then we had lunch. At lunch I did some homework that I forgot to do so it wasn't very fun. After lunch, I went to Music. Music was nice because we just talked a bit about school and what is bothering us. I can tell you, some people in my class took advantage of this oppurtunity. Then we sang some songs and were done. After that was French where we listened to some presentations. We had to create a French Identity for ourselves. I didn't present today because we ran out of time but I think I will tomorrow. After that was Health and Social where some kids gave their book reports to the class. I gave mine on Tuesday. I read the Kiterunner. I wrote a poem about a story in the book and I poster it. Check my older posts. After school, I went to Alison's house to teach her piano. Alison is only five years old but her mom, my mom's good friend, Susan, really wants her to learn and she is VERY talented. After that my mom came, picked Alison, Samantha, and me up and took us to the movie night at my school. She also brought my two brothers and a friend of my oldest little brother. When we got there, I made sure my mom could handle all the children but my dad was there so I didn't have to worry. Then, I went to find my friends and we hung out in the parking lot. We watched bit of the movie which was Kung Fu Panda, but we got bored so we hoped on one of my friends golf carts and went for a ride. We didn't know what to do so we went to pick up one of my other friends, Andres. He has a HUGE house. After that, we came back to the movie night and played some four-square. Then the movie ended and I had to go. That's all for now.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Oh dear
It seems that I have gotten out of the habit of daily posting. This is a habit i must revive so I will, starting now, end the day by posting about my day, trivial or not. So bear with me.
November 13, 2008
Well, it's Thursday and as usual, I caught a ride with the Jenningses to school. The ride took about 15 minutes as usual during the course of which, Daniel told me about what kind of celebrations he would do when he scored a goal tomorrow in soccer. He was wondering whether to go with Renaldo or Beckham. I read my book, Brisingr, and pretended to pay attention. When we got to school, I went to art where I worked on my one-point-perspective room which is coming along nicely. Then I went to Spanish but my teacher was sick so I went to Study Hall. After break, I went to science where we had a lab on magnesium and separating mixtures. After that I went to Humanities, where two out of the four groups in our class presented our projects. At lunch, I went to my Interact meeting which is like a Rotary club for kids. We talked about different projects we could do around the island this Christmas. After lunch, I had ICT (or technology) where I presented my Alternative Energy Project. Then I had Math which was same as usual. Quite easy. Finally we had English where we had a Grammar test. Today was quite heavy but it's good because it means tomorrow will be pretty easy. I hope. After school, I went to the D'Aguilars' house to tutor Alex and Oliver on the piano. Oliver has mastered his pieces and Alex is learning two new pieces. After that, I went to the airport to pick up my dad who went to Abaco for work. He is the supervisor of a BEC (Bahamas Electricity Corporation) project where they are setting down a cable under the water. When we came home, I started on my homework which consisted of a list of things that make me feel good (which I will post at a later date because I am very tired) and a small French project where I created a French identity of myself and added pictures. And that brings me up to now.
Phew
What a day!
November 13, 2008
Well, it's Thursday and as usual, I caught a ride with the Jenningses to school. The ride took about 15 minutes as usual during the course of which, Daniel told me about what kind of celebrations he would do when he scored a goal tomorrow in soccer. He was wondering whether to go with Renaldo or Beckham. I read my book, Brisingr, and pretended to pay attention. When we got to school, I went to art where I worked on my one-point-perspective room which is coming along nicely. Then I went to Spanish but my teacher was sick so I went to Study Hall. After break, I went to science where we had a lab on magnesium and separating mixtures. After that I went to Humanities, where two out of the four groups in our class presented our projects. At lunch, I went to my Interact meeting which is like a Rotary club for kids. We talked about different projects we could do around the island this Christmas. After lunch, I had ICT (or technology) where I presented my Alternative Energy Project. Then I had Math which was same as usual. Quite easy. Finally we had English where we had a Grammar test. Today was quite heavy but it's good because it means tomorrow will be pretty easy. I hope. After school, I went to the D'Aguilars' house to tutor Alex and Oliver on the piano. Oliver has mastered his pieces and Alex is learning two new pieces. After that, I went to the airport to pick up my dad who went to Abaco for work. He is the supervisor of a BEC (Bahamas Electricity Corporation) project where they are setting down a cable under the water. When we came home, I started on my homework which consisted of a list of things that make me feel good (which I will post at a later date because I am very tired) and a small French project where I created a French identity of myself and added pictures. And that brings me up to now.
Phew
What a day!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Dean's Son
Ok, here's a story I wrote once again for English class. It's kind of long but I think I did a good job.
This is only the rough draft so feel free to proofread or leave comments.
Sadly, I can't indent my paragraphs so you'll have to bear with me. Sorry!
It was just after 12:30, ah jus’ finished ma lunch, one big ole T-bone steak with mashed potaters and a grand-ee-o-say mug of- uh… well, that’s beside the point.
As ah was sayin’ ah finished ma steak ‘n’ taters ’n’ ah figured ah’d take a walk ‘round the high school te digest a bit. Then, when ah rounded the corner ah saw young Andy Stevens on the ground cryin’ with his hands over his middle ‘n’ Marcus was runnin’ away. Ah yelled at him te stop and te ma suh-prise he did stop ‘n’ came back.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” he said to me. Now how many times have ah heard that excuse?
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” Andy said. The poor child looked awful. I helped him up ‘n’ sen’ him te the nurse’s office.
“Oh, thank you Principal Tate,” Andy said and dem tears were really comin’ now. “If you hadn’t come I think he would have killed me.”
Then I turned te Marcus.
“Son, there ain’t no need fer yer excuses.” I said. “Ye obviously beat up Andy. Marcus-“
“Um, Mark, sir, please.”
“Do not innerrupt me!” Gosh darn it if there’s anything I hate it’s a chil’ innerupting me.
He shuts up real quick then.
“Marcus, yes I will call you by yer god-given-name, ye have suspension durin’ the course of which you will write a ten page uh-po-ler-gee letter te poor Andy. Boy what were ye thinkin’? Ah’ll be callin’ yer parents ‘n’ this will go on yer permanent record.”
By now the boy was on the verge o’ tears. He didn’t look up at me un-teel I tol’ him it would go on ‘is permanent record. Boy I was purty impressed he didn’t innerrupt me but what really scared me was the hate comin’ out o’ his eyes.
“OMG Katie, that shirt is, like, so last week.”
And Katie’s like
“What the heck, Jessica, this is, like, your shirt”
And I’m like
“Yah but I like lent that to you, like, last week.”
And she’s like
“Uh, Jessica, you are so mean!”
And I’m like
“Well, like, fine, I was gonna lend you my new Gucci miniskirt but-“
And she’s like
“OMG Jessica, that is so cool. You’re like my VBFF.
And I’m like
“Like, what?”
And she’s like
“Very Best Friend Forever, LOL, duh!
And I’m like
“OK, well seya. TTYL”
And she’s like
“Ok, like, see you later, alligator.”
And I’m like
“Um, Hello! It’s Jessie Gator, remember?”
And she’s-
Hey, like, you know it's, like, rude to interrupt.
OK fine, so then the next day at, like, school. I was, like, getting my books out of my locker to go to class at like 12:38 because I got a text from Logan saying that Mitchell told Katie that Cory told Mitchell that Lucy told Cory that Brenda told Lucy that Garrett told Brenda that there was gonna be a party in the gym and we should all, like, skip class.
And, like, when I got there, it was empty, and I was like OMG Logan, Mitchell, Katie, Cory, Brenda, Lucy, and Garrett are like so dead.
So I went to my locker, right, to get my stuff, right, and OMG I saw Mr. Tate freaking out at that nerd, like, Michael or something. I don’t know why but that nerd wouldn’t do anything, like, bad. He’d be too scared. Jeez, Mr. Tate was like shouting his head off at him, right, so I, like, took my books and hurried to my class. Then when I got there, I, like, stomped in and-
Hey, like, where are you going?
Oh, yes, I am so sorry, but this is quite exciting, yes?
Well I was coming to school yesterday and I am hearing that my good friend, Marcus, was suspended and I am indeed quite surprised.
So I am going to the house of Marcus after school yesterday to be asking him what happened.
His mother wouldn’t let me come in because he was being grounded.
I was quite confused, so I am coming to school today and asking people what they saw. But, it is a funny thing, the only person who was stopping to be talking to me was Jessica Gator, Yes, indeed, I am not meddling around in your brain. She was quite angry and I am thinking this is indeed the only reason she would be stopping to talk to me.
So when I am politely asking her what is wrong, she starts talking about her um- VBFF who borrowed her miniskirt then last week she caught an alligator but, hello, it was a jessigator. Quite frankly, she was confusing me, so I am politely asking her what happened with Marcus.
Well, she told me that she was just seeing Marcus being yelled to by Mr. Tate in the hallway at around 12:40 but she didn’t stay to see what was going on so her contribution was quite and utterly useless.
I became quite annoyed when she is running on again so I am forgetting to be polite so I am walking away.
I feel, how do you say, out of the light.
Oh no!
I just said that out loud. What if he heard me? Maybe he’s nearby. Oh no! He’s gonna give me a swirly. What time is it? 12:33 wish I’d never been assigned the locker right next to Andy Stevens.
Uh oh shhhhh… I hear someone coming. Oh no! It’s Andy. Maybe someone heard me call him a jerk and told him. Oh no! I am so dead. Ok, calm down Chris, he’s gonna hear me. Wait, we’re supposed to be in class. Man, I really studied hard for today’s math test. Even though I lost my study notes. Good thing all the teachers know about my susceptibility to being shut in lockers during classes.
But I wonder what Andy’s doing here. Probably trying to cram for the test. Wait, he’s got the questions from the math test and he’s- THAT’S CHEATING.
Oh wait, I've got my handy-dandy camcorder at school today as usual. This is my chance. Ok, it’s on. Ooh I wonder if he’ll get expelled. Of course not. He’s the dean’s son so I better stay anonymous.
Wait, who’s that? Oh it’s Mark. He’s pretty cool. What is he doing here? Probably on his way to the bathroom. Oh look, he’s talking to Andy.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?” Nice job, Marcus. Tell him how it is.
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” That’s Andy for you.
“You’re Andy, right?”
“Like I said, mind your own business.”
Aww man I dropped the camera. Ok, Mark just saw him cheating and now he’s telling him off. OK I got it!
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” Andy is smiling one of those stupid smiles of his.
“What are you talking about?” Poor Mark. I can tell what’s coming.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.” Yep. He’s such a baby; Mark is going to be in so much trouble. Oh wait a second. No he won’t! I’ve got the evidence right here on my camcord-
Oh no. NO! I could have sworn I took the lens cap OFF!!!
Today is Friday, the fifth day I stuff Chris in his locker. Only three days ‘til the end of school. That kid is such a freak. He carries around a camcorder everywhere he goes. He films everything he does. I wouldn’t be surprised if he films in the bathroom too. Gross. That kid deserves every time I stuff him in his locker and every swirly I give him.
I figure I’m just doing the world a favor.
Anyway so today at lunch I stuffed him in his locker but I was nice. I left him a grape. So after lunch I went to the test and wrote down all the questions on a sheet of paper.
Aren’t I smart? Yeah, I know.
So then I put the paper in my pocket and I went to my locker to get my study notes.
Well actually Chris’s study notes.
But then, that stupid nerd, Mark, came strolling by.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
Uhhh! That stupid idiot thinks he can talk to me like that! I’m the dean’s son for goodness sake!
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” I should have cursed him out for that.
“You’re Andy, right?” I was thinking, “Is he still talking to me?”
“Like I said, mind your own business.” I must be in a good mood today.
Now he looks surprised. Oh no.
“You’re cheating on your test, aren’t you?” he said with a frown. “You better stop and get back to class.”
Excuse me? Ok this means war.
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” I played dirty I know but he deserved it.
“What are you talking about?” He looks scared now. He should be.
I fell to the ground with my hands over my kidney.
Thank goodness for drama camp.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.”
“ Wha-what?!” Mark is spluttering away. HA!
Ha ha he’s gonna be in so much trouble. Oh no he’s running away. Wow, can you believe my luck? Principal Tate just came around the corner. He’s shouting at Mark to come back. Time to milk it.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” Mark said.
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” I should get a Grammy. A masterpiece. Mwahh!
Then he sends me to the nurse’s office. I go there and she says I’m fine but I keep rolling and screaming so they send me to the hospital. I figure if I make it there then there will be trouble even if there’s nothing wrong with me.
Marcus Finlayson, you are going down! Or at least to the principal’s office.
I’m a good student. I’m actually the best in my class and it’s true; people hate me for it. But, I have friends and I play sports and stuff. Some people just don’t understand kids like me.
After today I think Andy Stevens is the king of those people.
Yesterday, I was on my way to the bathroom after lunch and I saw this kid standing by his locker but he didn’t have a hall pass.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?” Of course this was Andy but I didn’t recognize him at first. I wish I had just left him alone.
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” I should have known right then that this kid was trouble.
“You’re Andy, right?” I tried to be nice and personalize the conversation.
“Like I said, mind your own business.” Well, that sort of got me suspicious so I took a closer look at the paper he had.
It was a list of chicken-scratched questions he must have written in a hurry. He had MATH TEST QUESCHUNS scrawled across the top.
“You’re cheating on your test, aren’t you?” I said with a frown. “You better stop and get back to class.” Then he glared at me.
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” He started to smile.
I should have run right there.
“What are you talking about?” I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew it wouldn’t be good.
He fell to the floor and started writhing in pain.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.” He started yelling so I ran.
Strangely as I was running I thought I heard the locker next to Andy’s curse and say something about a lens cap.
Suddenly I heard Principal Tate yelling for me to come back.
I stopped and came back ready to tell him what happened.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” I said.
He had that “heard it all before” look on him.
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” Oh my gosh. I can’t believe this. It’s just so low!
Principal gave Andy a late pass and sent him to the nurse’s office.
“Oh, thank you Principal Tate,” Andy said with tears streaming down his face. “If you hadn’t come I think he would have killed me.”
Then he left with a sly smile in my direction and Principal Tate turned to me.
“Son, there ain’t no need fer yer excuses.” he said. “Ye obviously beat up Andy. Marcus-“
“Um, Mark, sir, please.” Even at a time like this, I had to correct him. Me and my big mouth.
“Do not innerrupt me!”
It was then that I decided I couldn’t win so what was the point in fighting?
“Marcus, yes I will call you by yer god-given-name, ye have suspension durin’ the course of which you will write a ten page uh-po-ler-gee letter te poor Andy. Boy what were ye thinkin’? Ah’ll be callin’ yer parents ‘n’ this will go on yer permanent record.”
I was so upset, I felt like crying!
At that moment I hated Andy Stevens more than I had ever hated anything in the world. Because of Andy Stevens, I was ruined. My perfectly clean record was now soiled by his awful deed. I would never get into Harvard or Cambridge. At least that’s what I thought then.
But that’s not going to happen because somehow, someday I will expose Andy Stevens for what he really is. A little sixth grade monster.
This is only the rough draft so feel free to proofread or leave comments.
Sadly, I can't indent my paragraphs so you'll have to bear with me. Sorry!
The Dean’s Son
By Bernard Farquharson
By Bernard Farquharson
Principal Tate
It puts a bad taste in ma mouth when ah hear ‘bout shenanigans like this at ma own school. Marcus Finlayson, one of ma best students, assaultin’ Andy Stevens. That boy’s got some nerves, beating up the son o’ the dean.It was just after 12:30, ah jus’ finished ma lunch, one big ole T-bone steak with mashed potaters and a grand-ee-o-say mug of- uh… well, that’s beside the point.
As ah was sayin’ ah finished ma steak ‘n’ taters ’n’ ah figured ah’d take a walk ‘round the high school te digest a bit. Then, when ah rounded the corner ah saw young Andy Stevens on the ground cryin’ with his hands over his middle ‘n’ Marcus was runnin’ away. Ah yelled at him te stop and te ma suh-prise he did stop ‘n’ came back.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” he said to me. Now how many times have ah heard that excuse?
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” Andy said. The poor child looked awful. I helped him up ‘n’ sen’ him te the nurse’s office.
“Oh, thank you Principal Tate,” Andy said and dem tears were really comin’ now. “If you hadn’t come I think he would have killed me.”
Then I turned te Marcus.
“Son, there ain’t no need fer yer excuses.” I said. “Ye obviously beat up Andy. Marcus-“
“Um, Mark, sir, please.”
“Do not innerrupt me!” Gosh darn it if there’s anything I hate it’s a chil’ innerupting me.
He shuts up real quick then.
“Marcus, yes I will call you by yer god-given-name, ye have suspension durin’ the course of which you will write a ten page uh-po-ler-gee letter te poor Andy. Boy what were ye thinkin’? Ah’ll be callin’ yer parents ‘n’ this will go on yer permanent record.”
By now the boy was on the verge o’ tears. He didn’t look up at me un-teel I tol’ him it would go on ‘is permanent record. Boy I was purty impressed he didn’t innerrupt me but what really scared me was the hate comin’ out o’ his eyes.
Jessica Gator
Ok, so, like, yesterday Katie comes to my house, right, and I’m like“OMG Katie, that shirt is, like, so last week.”
And Katie’s like
“What the heck, Jessica, this is, like, your shirt”
And I’m like
“Yah but I like lent that to you, like, last week.”
And she’s like
“Uh, Jessica, you are so mean!”
And I’m like
“Well, like, fine, I was gonna lend you my new Gucci miniskirt but-“
And she’s like
“OMG Jessica, that is so cool. You’re like my VBFF.
And I’m like
“Like, what?”
And she’s like
“Very Best Friend Forever, LOL, duh!
And I’m like
“OK, well seya. TTYL”
And she’s like
“Ok, like, see you later, alligator.”
And I’m like
“Um, Hello! It’s Jessie Gator, remember?”
And she’s-
Hey, like, you know it's, like, rude to interrupt.
OK fine, so then the next day at, like, school. I was, like, getting my books out of my locker to go to class at like 12:38 because I got a text from Logan saying that Mitchell told Katie that Cory told Mitchell that Lucy told Cory that Brenda told Lucy that Garrett told Brenda that there was gonna be a party in the gym and we should all, like, skip class.
And, like, when I got there, it was empty, and I was like OMG Logan, Mitchell, Katie, Cory, Brenda, Lucy, and Garrett are like so dead.
So I went to my locker, right, to get my stuff, right, and OMG I saw Mr. Tate freaking out at that nerd, like, Michael or something. I don’t know why but that nerd wouldn’t do anything, like, bad. He’d be too scared. Jeez, Mr. Tate was like shouting his head off at him, right, so I, like, took my books and hurried to my class. Then when I got there, I, like, stomped in and-
Hey, like, where are you going?
Hassir Akush
In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate, but equally important groups, the-Oh, yes, I am so sorry, but this is quite exciting, yes?
Well I was coming to school yesterday and I am hearing that my good friend, Marcus, was suspended and I am indeed quite surprised.
So I am going to the house of Marcus after school yesterday to be asking him what happened.
His mother wouldn’t let me come in because he was being grounded.
I was quite confused, so I am coming to school today and asking people what they saw. But, it is a funny thing, the only person who was stopping to be talking to me was Jessica Gator, Yes, indeed, I am not meddling around in your brain. She was quite angry and I am thinking this is indeed the only reason she would be stopping to talk to me.
So when I am politely asking her what is wrong, she starts talking about her um- VBFF who borrowed her miniskirt then last week she caught an alligator but, hello, it was a jessigator. Quite frankly, she was confusing me, so I am politely asking her what happened with Marcus.
Well, she told me that she was just seeing Marcus being yelled to by Mr. Tate in the hallway at around 12:40 but she didn’t stay to see what was going on so her contribution was quite and utterly useless.
I became quite annoyed when she is running on again so I am forgetting to be polite so I am walking away.
I feel, how do you say, out of the light.
Chris Michaels
That’s five times. I have been shut in this locker by Andy Stevens five times. This time he left a grape so I wouldn’t go hungry. How stupid. Besides, I hate grapes. Oh man that kid is a moron. He thinks he’s so cool because he’s the son of the dean. But really he’s just a BIG JERK!Oh no!
I just said that out loud. What if he heard me? Maybe he’s nearby. Oh no! He’s gonna give me a swirly. What time is it? 12:33 wish I’d never been assigned the locker right next to Andy Stevens.
Uh oh shhhhh… I hear someone coming. Oh no! It’s Andy. Maybe someone heard me call him a jerk and told him. Oh no! I am so dead. Ok, calm down Chris, he’s gonna hear me. Wait, we’re supposed to be in class. Man, I really studied hard for today’s math test. Even though I lost my study notes. Good thing all the teachers know about my susceptibility to being shut in lockers during classes.
But I wonder what Andy’s doing here. Probably trying to cram for the test. Wait, he’s got the questions from the math test and he’s- THAT’S CHEATING.
Oh wait, I've got my handy-dandy camcorder at school today as usual. This is my chance. Ok, it’s on. Ooh I wonder if he’ll get expelled. Of course not. He’s the dean’s son so I better stay anonymous.
Wait, who’s that? Oh it’s Mark. He’s pretty cool. What is he doing here? Probably on his way to the bathroom. Oh look, he’s talking to Andy.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?” Nice job, Marcus. Tell him how it is.
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” That’s Andy for you.
“You’re Andy, right?”
“Like I said, mind your own business.”
Aww man I dropped the camera. Ok, Mark just saw him cheating and now he’s telling him off. OK I got it!
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” Andy is smiling one of those stupid smiles of his.
“What are you talking about?” Poor Mark. I can tell what’s coming.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.” Yep. He’s such a baby; Mark is going to be in so much trouble. Oh wait a second. No he won’t! I’ve got the evidence right here on my camcord-
Oh no. NO! I could have sworn I took the lens cap OFF!!!
Andy Stevens
I didn’t study for my test today but you know what the heck. I’ll just get the answers right after lunch.Today is Friday, the fifth day I stuff Chris in his locker. Only three days ‘til the end of school. That kid is such a freak. He carries around a camcorder everywhere he goes. He films everything he does. I wouldn’t be surprised if he films in the bathroom too. Gross. That kid deserves every time I stuff him in his locker and every swirly I give him.
I figure I’m just doing the world a favor.
Anyway so today at lunch I stuffed him in his locker but I was nice. I left him a grape. So after lunch I went to the test and wrote down all the questions on a sheet of paper.
Aren’t I smart? Yeah, I know.
So then I put the paper in my pocket and I went to my locker to get my study notes.
Well actually Chris’s study notes.
But then, that stupid nerd, Mark, came strolling by.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
Uhhh! That stupid idiot thinks he can talk to me like that! I’m the dean’s son for goodness sake!
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” I should have cursed him out for that.
“You’re Andy, right?” I was thinking, “Is he still talking to me?”
“Like I said, mind your own business.” I must be in a good mood today.
Now he looks surprised. Oh no.
“You’re cheating on your test, aren’t you?” he said with a frown. “You better stop and get back to class.”
Excuse me? Ok this means war.
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” I played dirty I know but he deserved it.
“What are you talking about?” He looks scared now. He should be.
I fell to the ground with my hands over my kidney.
Thank goodness for drama camp.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.”
“ Wha-what?!” Mark is spluttering away. HA!
Ha ha he’s gonna be in so much trouble. Oh no he’s running away. Wow, can you believe my luck? Principal Tate just came around the corner. He’s shouting at Mark to come back. Time to milk it.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” Mark said.
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” I should get a Grammy. A masterpiece. Mwahh!
Then he sends me to the nurse’s office. I go there and she says I’m fine but I keep rolling and screaming so they send me to the hospital. I figure if I make it there then there will be trouble even if there’s nothing wrong with me.
Marcus Finlayson, you are going down! Or at least to the principal’s office.
Marcus "Mark" Finlayson
Andy Stevens is probably the most annoying, despicable, and immature sixth grader I have ever had the misfortune to come across.I’m a good student. I’m actually the best in my class and it’s true; people hate me for it. But, I have friends and I play sports and stuff. Some people just don’t understand kids like me.
After today I think Andy Stevens is the king of those people.
Yesterday, I was on my way to the bathroom after lunch and I saw this kid standing by his locker but he didn’t have a hall pass.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in class?” Of course this was Andy but I didn’t recognize him at first. I wish I had just left him alone.
“Shouldn’t you? Mind your own business nerd!” I should have known right then that this kid was trouble.
“You’re Andy, right?” I tried to be nice and personalize the conversation.
“Like I said, mind your own business.” Well, that sort of got me suspicious so I took a closer look at the paper he had.
It was a list of chicken-scratched questions he must have written in a hurry. He had MATH TEST QUESCHUNS scrawled across the top.
“You’re cheating on your test, aren’t you?” I said with a frown. “You better stop and get back to class.” Then he glared at me.
“Look, no one is going to believe you when you tell them the dean’s son was cheating on a test right after you beat him up.” He started to smile.
I should have run right there.
“What are you talking about?” I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew it wouldn’t be good.
He fell to the floor and started writhing in pain.
“Owwww! AH my kidney.” He started yelling so I ran.
Strangely as I was running I thought I heard the locker next to Andy’s curse and say something about a lens cap.
Suddenly I heard Principal Tate yelling for me to come back.
I stopped and came back ready to tell him what happened.
“Principal Tate, I can explain” I said.
He had that “heard it all before” look on him.
“Oww! My stomach. I think my kidney’s burst.” Oh my gosh. I can’t believe this. It’s just so low!
Principal gave Andy a late pass and sent him to the nurse’s office.
“Oh, thank you Principal Tate,” Andy said with tears streaming down his face. “If you hadn’t come I think he would have killed me.”
Then he left with a sly smile in my direction and Principal Tate turned to me.
“Son, there ain’t no need fer yer excuses.” he said. “Ye obviously beat up Andy. Marcus-“
“Um, Mark, sir, please.” Even at a time like this, I had to correct him. Me and my big mouth.
“Do not innerrupt me!”
It was then that I decided I couldn’t win so what was the point in fighting?
“Marcus, yes I will call you by yer god-given-name, ye have suspension durin’ the course of which you will write a ten page uh-po-ler-gee letter te poor Andy. Boy what were ye thinkin’? Ah’ll be callin’ yer parents ‘n’ this will go on yer permanent record.”
I was so upset, I felt like crying!
At that moment I hated Andy Stevens more than I had ever hated anything in the world. Because of Andy Stevens, I was ruined. My perfectly clean record was now soiled by his awful deed. I would never get into Harvard or Cambridge. At least that’s what I thought then.
But that’s not going to happen because somehow, someday I will expose Andy Stevens for what he really is. A little sixth grade monster.
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