I live in small city called Hillwood. I have to live in This small apartment Near school.

I have three sisters. Christina, whos favorite hobby is to pound me. Lizzy, who loves to drive me crazy.

And Catherine, she's in a expensive boarding school in Germany. And me, I don't know where I fit in.

My name is Henry Shortman-Pataki what you know what the best thing about school is? nothing that's what.

Okay, here's my day plan. I wake up, get dressed. Get breakfast. Sprint to school, avoiding The B-Man.

But today is different. I have to go to the upperclassmen part of the school yard. I have to deal with B-Man AND Vivaldi.

I drag my self to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Suddenly, I trip into a big puddle of shaving cream.

I can hear a snickering from the shower. I grab a shaving cream can and walk up to the shower.

I spray inside the shower. "Huh, no ones here" I said. Suddenly, Chirstina and Lizzie spray me with saving cream and toothpaste.

Then mom comes in. Great, now she'll catch Them. HENRY! What are you doing?!. I look around. A innocent Christina and Lizzie lay fast asleep In Their beds.

Heres your lunch! Mom says. I look inside. "Hmmm, Vodka, Olives and a sports Magazine. Oh sorry that's mine! says Dad. When I leave, I can hear them opening the vodka.

I suddenly think of all the the cleaning I have to do. I'm gonna find them, in bed, hungover. They do this once every year. There okay parents but they slip, sometimes. Great. Well, at least, Christina got a new bullhorn.

The last major time they did this was after senior prom. After that they had Christina.

I walk to school when fishy Saywer-Peterson walks up.

Hi henry, he says in his thick, southern drawl. You nervous?

Fishy, this is Fifth Grade. Of course I'm nervous.

Then, Lizzie and Lilly run up to us. I know that look on Lizzie's face. It's the, oh no, it's B-Man!

He is really called, Peter Berman. He just thought b-man sounded cool.

He and his gang are surrounding, Third Grader, Spencer Horowitz. alright, you have two options B- Man says.

You can get on your belly and beg for mercy or hang upside down for the morning, or if you take a beating, I will leave you alone for 5 minutes.

As he starts pounding, we Run like crazy. Finally we get to our crappy school. P.S 118. Over the years it had some major budget cuts.

Lilly and Lizzie run to the saftey of the swing set.

Fishy and I stare into the Upperclassmen yard.

One one corner I see, Kirsten Gammelthorpe going on about Loreal's newest, hair spray.

One the other corner I see, Margaret Johannsen and Kelly Horowitz taking a head start on their studies. in the middle I see Vivaldi beating up some Fourth Grader. Suddenly, he spots fresh pray, the new batch of Fifth Graders.

Then a miracle happens. The bell rings. I run inside the school as fast as I can.

when I look back, Nolen Gifaldi, scream as Vivaldi, drags him away from the school.

George Johannsen being impounded on and, Carsen Gammelthorp holding in to the railing of the steps for dear life.

I run to the designated classroom, 5S. I open door and hurry along everybody to get inside.

Nolen tries to get in but is dragged away by B-Man. I won't imagine he will be back by Noon.

He looks at us and says, do I see some familiar faces?

We all say, Nope.

Okay, My name is Mr. Simmons, let me read attendance.

Carsen Gammelthorpe? Here!

Kirsten Gammelthorpe? Here as I'll ever be.

Fishy Sawyer-Peterson? Here!

George Johannsen? Here!

Kelly Horowitz? Here!

Margaret Johannsen? Here.

Nolen Gifaldi? Nolen? Not here I guess.

Henry Shortman-Pataki? I wave to him.

He stares at me for a second and then at the attendance sheet.

He whispers, it happened.

Then he says, okey dokey class, open your desks. You will find, a some paper and a history book.

When I opened my desk, I see there is some carvings in there

i think its says, A+H, I don't know. There is some papers pushed to the side.

I decide, I'll read them later. I pull out my history book instead.

When I open it, I has this clay model of someone at the end of the book.

All the pages are cut out so you can see it.

The day continues like this until I get Home.

They are In bed, like I predicted. I clean up a little then watch some sports. When I try to get up I can't. I am super glued to the seat.

I hear a snicker from behing the couch.