Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Drake Christensen. I am 12 years old and I have one sister named Elizabeth. I am from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I'm going to tell you my favorite story of my life. It all started when my dad, Greg, built us a tree-house… actually, it started before that, when I started 7th grade at my new school…
I walked into the building of my new school. I had barely started 7th grade. I had moved all the way from New Jersey. The headmistress gave me a miniature map so I could find my way around the school.
"Let's see," I said, looking at my map, "at 7:15, I go to Mrs. Wallace's room, which is room E5 for math class…"
I walked through the hall over to room E5. I looked through the window on its green door. Everyone had their heads on their desks and the lights were off. I didn't see a teacher in the room. I was very nervous to walk in; but I was brave. I put my hand on the handle and turned it slowly. The door creaked open as I walked in.
"I'll be with you in just a second!" a voice called to me. I couldn't tell who called it because everyone's heads were on their desks.
A head peeked up from the teacher's desk. It was Mrs. Wallace. Mrs. Wallace had a bright pink dress on. It had little red flowers all over it and there was a dark yellowish border. She had dark red hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hi," she said, walking over towards me. "I'm Mrs. Wallace. Are you my new student?"
"Yes," I said quietly, "or at least I guess so…"
Mrs. Wallace shook my hand. "It's great to meet you." She walked over towards the door and turned on the lights.
"Okay, everyone," she called, "it's time to meet our new classmate. C'mon, introduce yourself."
I walked to the front of the class.
"Hi," I said nervously, "I'm Drake Christensen."
"Now class," Mrs. Wallace said, "ask Drake a few questions."
Almost everyone's hand shot up. I pointed at a girl with blonde hair, brown eyes and pink glasses. "What's your favorite color?" she asked me.
"Um…" I said, "It's gotta be dark green."
I called on more people and answered their questions.
"Hmm… who should I pick next?" I whispered. "You!" I pointed at a boy with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"Are you a dork?" he asked me.
'Oh, great,' I thought, 'I've got some really rude kids in my class…' I decided not to answer the boy's question.
"Everybody," Mrs. Wallace called, "stand up and introduce yourselves."
The first person stood up. "Hi," she said very politely, "I'm Alice." She sat back down.
The next person stood up. "I'm Derek," he said.
More and more people stood up. Finally, the mean boy stood up. "Hello, dweeb," he said, "I'm Jared, the awesomest person in this whole class."
"Shut up, Jared!" Mrs. Wallace screamed.
'Is my teacher mean too?' I thought, hoping that 7th grade wouldn't be as bad as it seemed.
The last person stood up. It was a girl. "Hi," she said shyly, "I'm Natalie."
"Okay," Mrs. Wallace said, looking directly at me, "see that empty desk next to Jared? That'll be your new desk for this semester."
"Next to Jared?!" I cried.
Jared blew a raspberry at me.
I walked slowly over to my new desk. I took a seat.
"Alice, can you please pass out the math worksheets?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Alice said jumping out of her seat.
"Um," Mrs. Wallace said madly, "what's my name again?"
"Mrs. Wallace..." Alice said.
"Good job," Mrs. Wallace said, "now don't call me 'ma'am' ever again, or I will slap your back with a wooden ruler!"
'Whoa,' I thought, 'maybe I do have a mean math teacher…'
Alice walked over to my desk with the math worksheet that Mrs. Wallace assigned us to do.
I walked over to my backpack and grabbed a pencil. I started working on my worksheet.
Mrs. Wallace walked around the room.
"Natalie," she said walking over to Natalie's desk, "why aren't you working on your worksheet?"
"Because…" Natalie hesitated.
"Everybody," Mrs. Wallace yelled out, "follow me outside…in alphabetical order!"
All the students walked over to the line. I didn't know what place I was in because I was new.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Mrs. Wallace said, "Drake, you're place in alphabetical order will be behind Derek and in front of Natalie."
I got into my new spot in line. I was 3rd in alphabetical order. I was lucky; Jared was at the very end of the line. His last name started with a W, but I can't remember exactly what his last name was…
"Why are we going outside?" Natalie whispered to me as we walked out of the classroom.
"I have no idea…" I replied, "I just hope it's nothing bad…"
"Nothing bad?!" Natalie screamed as quiet as she could. "With Mrs. Wallace, there's always something bad happening. Last week, she threw a kid out the window. He's been in the hospital ever since."
"Threw him out the window?" I said scared. "Was he okay?"
"We're on the 3rd floor of the building..." Natalie said, "...of course he wasn't okay. Didn't I say that he was in the hospital?"
We were soon outside.
"Okay," Mrs. Wallace said sinisterly, "will Natalie Christiansen come up to me, please?"
Natalie walked over to Mrs. Wallace.
"Since you didn't work on your worksheet," Mrs. Wallace said, "I'm going to play a game with you!"
"A game?!" Natalie said excitedly. "What game?"
"It's called 'See-How-Far-I-Can-Throw-Natalie'!"
Natalie gulped.
Mrs. Wallace picked Natalie up and swung her around with her arms.
Natalie screamed.
Mrs. Wallace swung her around 4 more times and let go. Natalie shot off.
Natalie screamed even louder. She landed 110 yards away in the flower bed.
She stood up and waved her arms. "I'm okay!" she yelled. Everyone cheered.
"Now get to class!" Mrs. Wallace snapped. Everyone ran back inside, up the stairs and in to the classroom. About 15 minutes later, the bell rang. Everyone walked out the door.
"Now what's next?" I asked myself. I looked on my map. It said 'At 8:00, you walk over to Miss Daily's classroom for science. It's room D6'. I walked through many halls to get to room D6.