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Jack's Tales - Chapter 2 When Things Go Wrong...
At school that day, Jack was late. The school bully, Daren Green was following Jack around calling him names like “potty stall” and “the jackhammer” and things like that. He got a C on his test and tripped on a pencil. There was a substitute teacher who called Jack Jake, no matter how many times Jack told her his real name. “Today is a bad hair day,” thought Jack as he looked in the bathroom mirror and remembered he forgot to comb his hair. “What else could go wrong?” Suddenly, the loudspeaker blared, “Jake Stool, report to the office.” That was a familiar voice. It was the substitute! Jack unhappily ran to the office. “You threw sticks at the kindergartners, Jake!” cried the substitute. She actually had to leave class to tell him this. “This is a misunderstanding,” said Jack. “You’re talking about Jake Blunt! I saw him!” After school, Jack sat down on the bench, waiting for his bus. Suddenly, a girl walked toward him. “Hello,” she said. “Did you have a bad day? I can tell by the look on your face.” “Yeah.” replied Jack. “Hey, are you new?” “Yes,” said the girl. “My name is April.” Jack thought he had found a new friend.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jack's Tales - Chapter 1
Jack Stall was an ordinary person. Well, he was until the day he met April Johnson. “Wake up!” cried Jack’s mom for the umpteenth time. Jack was watching birds outside his window with a far-off look on his face. “I don’t care what’s happening in La-La Land, I just want you to get up! “Maybe,” replied Jack in a lazy drawl. Although Jack hadn’t noticed, his mother’s face was as red as a lobster. “Okay,” she calmed down a bit. “I’m leaving this room for one minute and if I come back and you’re still in bed, you lose your video games for a week.” The word “video games” got Jack’s attention. He hopped out of bed, but CRASH! tripped on his blanket and landed in a heap. “Another bad hair day,” said Jack. Luckily, the day couldn’t be so bad because Jack couldn’t get up on the wrong side of the bed. One side of his bed was against the wall, so there was only one side to get up on. Jack stood up with his blanket tangled around him just as his mom came in the room. He gave her a sheepish grin. “Wrong side of the bed?” he asked.
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