~*~ You're An Idiot ~*~
by: Mimi
Chapter One
"Pass the milk, Malcolm."
"Pass the milk, Dewey."
"Mom, I can't reach the milk."
"Reese, give your brother the milk."
And it starts all over again. "Pass the milk, Malcolm."
Typical. Absolutly typical. At least in this house-hold it was. After going around six more times, Reese finally caved, got up and gave the milk to Dewey, who gave it to Malcolm, who gave it right back to Reese.
"I just now realized this." said Reese. "But if I had just kept the milk than I would have started eating the bowl of cereal sooner. Cinnamon Toast Crunch just doesn't last forever, you know."
"Nice job, genius." Malcolm remarked, sarcastically. "Not even I could have imagined that." Malcolm's the smart one out of his sickingly unusual family.
"Hurry up so you all can get to school." Lois, their mother, said.
Nothing's worse than school. Reese thought, getting up from the table and going up to his room (which he shared with Dewey and Malcolm) to get his backpack. Boring lectures, teachers with exceptionally bad breath always on your case, a locker that won't open unless you give it a good kick ... but I like kicking my locker, so scratch that.
But in reality, Reese (who is the star of this story, I hope you know!) was more anxious to get to school today than ever before. While in detention ("Wait ... didn't I have detention today?" he pondered, looking under his bed for his backpack.) two days before he overheard ... no, eavesdropped ... the Assistant Pricinpal telling his homeroom teacher that there would be a new student today.
"Which is really stupid." Reese commented. "Changing to a new school when there's only one more grading period left. And where'd I put that backpack?"
"In the closet." Dewey answered. He looked in a dug out his and Reese's backpacks. "It's your turn to drop me off today."
"Right, right." Reese muttered.
After a frenzy of morning confusion the three boys left and headed to their schools - Malcolm went to the junior high and Reese fropped Dewey off at the elementry beforing heading to "his" high school.
Reese kicked his locker and it finally opened for him. He grabbed his History book, slammed his locker shut ("Maybe that's the reason why this thing doesn't like me." Reese kicked his locker, opened it, and closed it lightly.) and ran off to his homeroom class where her met his friend, Vince.
"I've never seen you so hyped up for class." Vince stated.
"We're getting a newbie today." Reese explained. "I heard (Vince raised his eyeborws. "Uh-huh.") Mrs. Dellena and Mr. Thornhill talking about a new kid."
"Alright class, settledown." ordered Mrs. Dellena. She tapped her ruler impatiently on her desk. "Reese, sit down!" She watched him grin and take his seat at the front of the room (she had to keep an eye on him). "Now we have a new student joining us today and I hope you'll all do your best to make her feel welcome."
"Don't worry Mrs. Dellena!" Reese blurted. "I'll do a real fine job of that! Vince and I both!"
"Meaning no outbursts like that Wilkerson!"
"Shutting up." Reese sank lower into his seat with a satisfied smirk, Mrs. Dellena starring with falred eyes. "Don't just stand there, let Newbie in."
Mrs. Dellena glared at him a second more before going to the door. Reese leaned back into his chair so he could talk to Vince when something caught his eye.
A girl (who was the 'Newbie', mind) with long, curly brown hair and hazel eyes walked in. She looked timid and afraid upon entering. She gave a polite smile to Mrs. Dellena.
"Class this is Brooke Jackson." said Mrs. Dellena. "Brooke, you can have a seat beside Reese. First seat in the fourth row. Don't talk to him now. It's against classroom policy and he's not the kind of person you'd want to get mixed up with."
Brooke nodded and took her seat. She had on a pair of short-shorts and a plain yellow T-shirt.
"Don't try anything funny, Wilkerson!" Mrs. Dellena scolded.
"What?" said Reese. "I wasn'tr going to do anything ... today. I just didn't show up for detention. But if it makes you feel better, Mrs. Dellena, I did one side of the worksheet you gave us for homework."
Everyone in the room gasped and Mrs. Dellena broke down in tears. "Thank you, Lord!" she shouted. "This is a sign!" Reese stood up and took a bow.
Vince tapped Brooke on her shoulder when he noticed her bewildered look. "That's common. You'll get used to it."
These people are mad! Brooke thought looking at her teacher. Why couldn't i have stayed to finish up the year in Deleware? She layed her head on her desk and waited for the commotion to end.
by: Mimi
Chapter One
"Pass the milk, Malcolm."
"Pass the milk, Dewey."
"Mom, I can't reach the milk."
"Reese, give your brother the milk."
And it starts all over again. "Pass the milk, Malcolm."
Typical. Absolutly typical. At least in this house-hold it was. After going around six more times, Reese finally caved, got up and gave the milk to Dewey, who gave it to Malcolm, who gave it right back to Reese.
"I just now realized this." said Reese. "But if I had just kept the milk than I would have started eating the bowl of cereal sooner. Cinnamon Toast Crunch just doesn't last forever, you know."
"Nice job, genius." Malcolm remarked, sarcastically. "Not even I could have imagined that." Malcolm's the smart one out of his sickingly unusual family.
"Hurry up so you all can get to school." Lois, their mother, said.
Nothing's worse than school. Reese thought, getting up from the table and going up to his room (which he shared with Dewey and Malcolm) to get his backpack. Boring lectures, teachers with exceptionally bad breath always on your case, a locker that won't open unless you give it a good kick ... but I like kicking my locker, so scratch that.
But in reality, Reese (who is the star of this story, I hope you know!) was more anxious to get to school today than ever before. While in detention ("Wait ... didn't I have detention today?" he pondered, looking under his bed for his backpack.) two days before he overheard ... no, eavesdropped ... the Assistant Pricinpal telling his homeroom teacher that there would be a new student today.
"Which is really stupid." Reese commented. "Changing to a new school when there's only one more grading period left. And where'd I put that backpack?"
"In the closet." Dewey answered. He looked in a dug out his and Reese's backpacks. "It's your turn to drop me off today."
"Right, right." Reese muttered.
After a frenzy of morning confusion the three boys left and headed to their schools - Malcolm went to the junior high and Reese fropped Dewey off at the elementry beforing heading to "his" high school.
Reese kicked his locker and it finally opened for him. He grabbed his History book, slammed his locker shut ("Maybe that's the reason why this thing doesn't like me." Reese kicked his locker, opened it, and closed it lightly.) and ran off to his homeroom class where her met his friend, Vince.
"I've never seen you so hyped up for class." Vince stated.
"We're getting a newbie today." Reese explained. "I heard (Vince raised his eyeborws. "Uh-huh.") Mrs. Dellena and Mr. Thornhill talking about a new kid."
"Alright class, settledown." ordered Mrs. Dellena. She tapped her ruler impatiently on her desk. "Reese, sit down!" She watched him grin and take his seat at the front of the room (she had to keep an eye on him). "Now we have a new student joining us today and I hope you'll all do your best to make her feel welcome."
"Don't worry Mrs. Dellena!" Reese blurted. "I'll do a real fine job of that! Vince and I both!"
"Meaning no outbursts like that Wilkerson!"
"Shutting up." Reese sank lower into his seat with a satisfied smirk, Mrs. Dellena starring with falred eyes. "Don't just stand there, let Newbie in."
Mrs. Dellena glared at him a second more before going to the door. Reese leaned back into his chair so he could talk to Vince when something caught his eye.
A girl (who was the 'Newbie', mind) with long, curly brown hair and hazel eyes walked in. She looked timid and afraid upon entering. She gave a polite smile to Mrs. Dellena.
"Class this is Brooke Jackson." said Mrs. Dellena. "Brooke, you can have a seat beside Reese. First seat in the fourth row. Don't talk to him now. It's against classroom policy and he's not the kind of person you'd want to get mixed up with."
Brooke nodded and took her seat. She had on a pair of short-shorts and a plain yellow T-shirt.
"Don't try anything funny, Wilkerson!" Mrs. Dellena scolded.
"What?" said Reese. "I wasn'tr going to do anything ... today. I just didn't show up for detention. But if it makes you feel better, Mrs. Dellena, I did one side of the worksheet you gave us for homework."
Everyone in the room gasped and Mrs. Dellena broke down in tears. "Thank you, Lord!" she shouted. "This is a sign!" Reese stood up and took a bow.
Vince tapped Brooke on her shoulder when he noticed her bewildered look. "That's common. You'll get used to it."
These people are mad! Brooke thought looking at her teacher. Why couldn't i have stayed to finish up the year in Deleware? She layed her head on her desk and waited for the commotion to end.