Dear Principle Wartz,

We think it's unfair for you to judge us for the

smallest mistakes we made in our school.

Although you had the right to teach us a lesson

through all of this, we didn't believe it was exactly

wise to make each of us write an extraordinary

paper to make us feel terrible about the mistakes

we made. People make mistakes all the time whether

they are good or evil, but there is no evil. Even when

we have an optimist, a jock, a jinx, a fat

eating machine,a bully, a princess, and a bookworm,

we all have feelings. We all have a heart. That means

we also have emotions that we carry with us. I'm sure

you have feelings too.

Sincerely yours,

The Geekbait Club

Saturday is the best day of the week for all the children in Hillwood! All the children run outside to play and have a carefree day. Well…almost all the children…

We go off at P.S. 118 where a green Packard stands on the road by the entrance. The Packard seems to have been at least thirty or forty years old, yet is still running quite well. The driver is a very old, yet energetic man who is at least eighty years old or maybe even older. What he's wearing is a white tee-shirt with suspenders and brown pants. On the passenger seat is an old woman, same age, and is quite as healthy despite her odd behavior. She is wearing a cheerleading outfit for some odd reason. In the back seat is a nine-year old boy with a football-shaped head, wearing a blue sweater with a skirt under it…or is it a skirt? Strange… I'm the one telling the story and yet I can't say whether it's a skirt or not…ah forget it! He also wears blue jeans and black dress shoes.

Phil: "Hey short man, lighten up!" said the old man in his optimistic attitude. "Everyone gets detention once in a while! I mean I remember getting detention when Jimmy Coshca and I had that spitball contest and then…"

Arnold: "Grandpa, I need to get in right now, so can I listen to your stories later?" says the boy in his seemingly unusual attitude.

Phil: "Eh…alright short man. But there's one thing I need to tell you about detention…RUN ARNOLD! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!"

Arnold: Grandpa!

Phil: "Hehehe! Just kidding short man. Just make sure not to eat the raspberries."

Arnold: "I get it grandpa." He says it as though the advice is just getting too old. He opens the door and slams it shut, thinking how he will live the day, trying to look for the bright side.

Pookie: Crawling half way out the window throwing her arms out with palm palms in her hands. "Arnold's out and he's our man! If he can't do it no one can!" cheers his grandmother as the car drives away from the school. "Aaahahahahaha!"

Arnold sighs as his grandmother cheers in the car and enters the school. The next car that drives by is an average looking car. In the car is a middle-aged man, somewhere in his mid to late forties, slightly bald with curly brown hair on the sides of his head and a mustache above his lips. In the passenger seat is an overweight teenager with a light-blue hat as well as a white tee-shirt that doesn't completely fit (his belly is showing), wearing blue shorts and black tennis shoes.

Mr. Behrman: Looking at his son with a stern look in his eyes, "Now Harold, I hope you learned your lesson about this. How will you ever control yourself like this? I hope spending your Saturday having no food until noon will increase your self control."

Harold: "Ah dad, I was just hungry! I was really, really hungry!" says Harold in his childish voice. He seems to act as though he hadn't eaten in days…even though it seems he eats more than five meals an hour.

Mr. Behrman: "Harold! I don't want to hear any excuses! You knew better than that and I expect you to follow that rule in detention. Hopefully this will improve your…anorexia…"

Harold: "DAD!

Mr. Behrman: "Uh…just…go inside and be a good boy like your mother said." He was just lucky that his wife was not here to scold him about his awkward advice to his son.

Harold opens the door and exits the car with a sad expression on his face.

Harold opens the door and exits the car with a sad expression on his face. He walks in the entrance to his worst nightmare…several hours of no meals. Another car parks in front of the school. This time, the car is black and is at least several feet longer than the other cars. That can't be right? A rich kid at a public school? Ah who cares? Inside is a pretty young lady with slightly short black hair and a red sweater. She looks out the window in pure agony.

Rhonda: "Oh daddy! This is a nightmare! Detention…ON A SATURDAY…WITH POORLY DRESSED CREEPS!" Well, not all of them but some. "How will I survive? How will I live? Why didn't we just bribe the school to stop this? What will I…?

Mr. Lloyd: In the weirdest rich person accent I have ever heard in my entire life, wich seems to allow Rhonda to breathe in and out for once, "Now princess, detention is not as bad as it seems. Look on the bright side, you will probably make some new friends, just not…the ones that seem so…affordable…

Rhonda: "OHHHHH NOOOOOO!" she screams, on the verge of tears.

Mr. Lloyd: "Oh yes! That's right!" He picks up a tiny bag sitting next to his seat. Whatever it was, it was obviously expensive (as usual). He hands it to his daughter. "This will probably help you take your mind off of…you know what." Said Mr. Loyd, obviously trying not to make the subject worst.

Rhonda: She looks into the tiny bag. Then she hugs her father and says "Thank you daddy! I needed those!" She lets go of her father to face her worst nightmare.

Rhonda opens the door, runs away from the car crying and enters the building in horror. He walks in the entrance to his worst nightmare…several hours of no meals. Just then, another car parks in front of the school as a small kid with red, curly hair and freckles on his cheeks exits the car, showing his optimistic side despite his fate, opens the passenger door and is about to exit.

Eugene: Ahh! Saturday is the day I sit down to relax with some classmates and get surrounded by the smell of knowledge around me…waaahhhh!" says Eugene while face planting to the ground, obviously in a bit of pain.

Mr. Horowitz: "Are you okay?" Obviously concerned.

Eugene: "I'm okay" says Eugene in his most optimistic nature despite being in obvious pain.

Mr. Horowitz: In his relieved voice, "He's okay!" and drives away as he watches his son enter the school. The next car that parked has an older and a younger man, the younger one being the same age as the other kids that entered the school. Both African-American and not feeling very bright at the moment. The younger one has at least twelve or thirteen inches of long hair standing stiff on his head, wearing a red shirt with the number 33 written on the front (who knows why?).

Mr. Johanson: Speaking in a stern but disappointed voice, "Listen son. I just can't believe it! Me! Driving you all the way to school on a Saturday for detention!

Gerald: "Dad, I'm sorry…" says Gerald on the verge of trying not to cry.

Mr. Johanson: "You better be sorry! I have to waste even more gas money this Saturday not because I drove Jamie-O to detention…AGAIN…but because I drive you to detention! I just can't believe how expensive the gas price is now! 3.75 a gallon? That's more expensive than yesterday!" Then in his fatherly calm voice, "Well, I guess it's not a surprise for you to get in trouble once in a while. Good luck son." he then pats his son on the back.

Gerald opens the door and exits the vehicle, facing his head to the ground and entering the school as his father drives away. The next driver has a woman inside with an Asian nine-year-old girl, quite hard to see the resemblance between her and the mother. She wears a blue sweater and has glasses. Whether or not she's wearing shorts…can't tell. I hope she is. Is she? Ah who cares!

Phoebe: "Mother, I have already explained specifically that detention doesn't permit other students that are assigned for this kind of discipline to study any kind of subject matter, as we are prohibited to read any books. The rules states that we are only permitted to stay silent in our seats and…

Mrs. Heyerdahl: "Sweetheart, I know it's not permitted in detention but at least find a way to study. I just need to see these straight A+'s for the semester."

Phoebe faces the ground as she exits the car and enters the school, her mother driving away. Then we see a tall, young girl with blonde hair, a pink bow, pink dress and one eyebrow. She is just walking, no parents driving her, no adult to look after her to make sure she's safe. She has a scowl on her face and a look of loneliness. However, she seems as though she's used to it. Seems more determined to stay out of her house despite her attitude. She enters the school and shuts the door behind her. Well…let's see what happens next!

To be continued...