Chapter one: the first day of school
There I was standing outside of Alaska High. I know a very dull name for a school. Like I said I was standing outside of school ready to be greeted by my friends because we haven't seen each other over the summer break. I had the worst summer ever. Considering the fact that I come from one of the wealthiest families in Alaska, you would expect someone like me to go to some exotic minuscule country and have the time of my life, but you're wrong I was home all day expect when I went to the gym twice a day every day. I needed to keep up my rep of course! I had to be in shape, not like I wasn't. I was the toughest person in my school and I even won a couple of awards. Well, I was standing outside looking at the woods behind my school never really noticing the vast greenness. As I walked into Alaska High many things happened at once. The first thing that happened was all the dorks, geeks, nerds, chess players, and new people either scattered or press their backs to the locker as if they were pinned there, and had looks of fear on their faces. The second thing happened was that I was engulfed by my jock friends all calling my name with slight variations. Like Emmett, Emmy-Yo, E-Dog, Emmizzle, and a bunch other nicknames that I have never heard of. I felt like they spent all their time making up nicknames. As the leader of the Jocks I was always with lots of people and today some dorks decided to join our group so I quickly got my "bodyguards" to make sure the intruders never come near me again. I checked my backpack because I of course had a few pranks up my sleeve. I looked at the time it was 8:24, time for my first class of the new school year, it was time for History.
History with Mr. Goodbody was a drag. The man didn't even have a good body. He was short and tubby. He had no hair on his head except for the two hairs sticking up in the middle; it was obvious that he shaved his head. He had a mustache and a long white beard, and did I mention his mustache was black. The man was so ancient he could be history; I guess he didn't make it into the history books so he decided to teach history instead. Since it's only the beginning of the year I decided to go easy on my teachers. So before class I snuck into the room that had HISTORY written in big letters, not that hard to miss. Anyways I snuck into the room and unscrewed a part of the spinney chair I'm not sure what I did but I knew it would do something interesting. When Mr. Goodbody entered the room he immediately sat on the broken chair. He started to spin around to write his name on the whiteboard when we heard a loud snap and down went Mr. Goodbody. I mean if he had a good body like his last name suggested he probably would be okay, but he fell and couldn't get up and all he did was roll around. He rolled around some more then he started to teach class from the ground!
After history I had some more laughs at what I did to my teachers and everything was great, until it came time for biology. Some wimp got the impression that he could make fun of me, although he didn't know I was behind him. I mean I could snap him without trying at all. I really was an intimidating guy, I had all the muscles anyone would want, I was tall, and I like to act like a gangsta and be a pranksta. I decided to wait until after class to pound the little hedgehog because Mr. Wipolen came in. He by far was the skinniest wimp teacher ever. I bet he was the king of wimp town when he was a kid. I got so lost in thought making up jokes about Mr. Wimpolen I didn't even realize that the same kid that was making fun of me was staring at me in a creepy possessed way. I stared back right into his eyes and flexed my muscles, he quickly recoiled and looked ahead of him with a scared expression on his face. His face was so pale he looked like he'd seen a vampire.
School soon ended and I made my way to try out for the wrestling team and no doubt I would make it on the team as their star wrestler.
