~*~ You're An Idiot ~*~
by Mimi
Chapter Two
Brooke opened her new locker and put her Math book in. During her first two hours at the school she had already made three potential friends. But a sudden though dawned on her. "What if I have more classes with that .... that ... kid?" She looked over her shoulder (Lord knows why) before heading to her Literature class.
She was a little early she noticed when she walked into the almost-empty room. She stood by the door waiting for her teacher to return. More kids filed into the room, smiling at her and saying 'hello'.
"Reese got in trouble again." One girl said, entering the room. "That's why Mr. Hamblen isn't here. He took him to the principal's office and everything." She turned around and looked at Brooke for the first time. The girl had rather large glasses over pale blue eyes and short, red hair. "I'm Allisa, you must be Brooke Jackson."
"Yes, I am." Brooke answered. "Nice to meet you."
"Just to let you know, Mr. Hamblen usually isn't in here at the very start of class." Allisa continued. "He's always scolding Reese Wilkerson. I was considered for advanced Literature, you know. But I missed it by five points. This school is highly prestegious! And not to mention -"
"This is an invasion of my personal space!" a voice called from the hallway. The door opened once more and Mr. Hamblen walked, holding Reese by his ear.
"You put cheese in my shoes!" Mr. Hamblen remarked angrily. Brooke considered giggleing, but now wasn't exactly the right time.
"I have two thing to say about that." said Reese. "1.) What in the name of Carmen Sandiego were you doing with your shoes OFF? and 2.) It wasn't just cheese ... it was AMERICAN cheese." Reese looked over at Brooke and winked. "Plus, you've got a new student and twenty-three other promising young persons to teach. Unless you want that pay cut that the superintendant threatened you with than I suggest you get to work."
Mr. Hamblen's mouth hung open. "How -?"
"I have my sources." Reese interupted.
"Brooke .... go sit by him." said Mr. Hamblen quietly. "It's the only empty seat left."
"Right this way, Ms. Jackson." said Reese with a mock bow.
"He's still an idiot." Brooke thought taking her seat.
"Okay, Brooke." said Mr. Hamblen after the rest of the class took out their assignments. "This is Literature. Right now we're reading 'My Brother Sam Is Dead'. You may want to try as hard as you can to catch up to us. Right now we're on chapter ten and, trust me, these chapters are semi-lengthy. I'll give you a book in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Mr. Hamblen." said Brooke. When he left her desk she took out a piece of paper and wrote a not to Reese:
'Cheese? Why cheese? We used caster oil at my old school. It's hard to get out and it oozes out easier.'
Reese's mouth opened wide. 'I never thought of that.' he wrote back. 'But thanks. I'll have to use that sometime.' he handed the note back and smiled at her.
Brooke tucked the note back in her pocket. The next thing she knew, she had recieved her book and Literature class was over. She read the book walking home from school, determined to catch up. She looked at the ancient form of writing comtemptiously.
=^o^=
Reese walked into his home, trailed by Malcolm and Dewey, in a rather good mood. "Hi Mom." he said, giving her a small peck on the cheek. "Can I have a small snack? I've got some homework to do."
Lois dropped her tea glass which shattered into a million pieces. Dewey screamed in agony and ran upstairs.
"Who are you and what have you done with my big brother?" Malcolm shouted defensivly.
"Okay, Reese." said Lois. "The only time you act this way is when you get in serious trouble or -"
"When you like a GIRL." said Malcolm in disgust.
"Well I sure don't like other guy ("Thank God for that." Lois muttered)." Reese said. "Actually I did both. I put cheese in Mr. Hamblen's shoes and there's this new girl named Brooke Jackson at school." Malcolm made a gagging noise a followed Dewey's lead by going upstairs.
"Dewey, this is serious." Malcolm said, dropping his backpack on the floor. "Resse's got himself a crush on a girl named Brooke Jackson."
"I'm too YOUNG to handle anything like this!" Dewey complained. "Couldn't they have waited until I was ... 12?"
"Whatever Dewey." Malcolm rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "For all we could know Brooke might like him back. And you know what that means."
"Uhg ... my head!" Dewey screeched.
"Exactly." Malcolm and Dewey walked back downstairs and saw Reese sitting on the couch doing his Sceicne homework and munching on an apple ("What? We ran out of Doritos?" asked Dewey).
"It's worse than we thought." Malcolm whispered. He shook his head in a defeated sort of way and we back to his room.
by Mimi
Chapter Two
Brooke opened her new locker and put her Math book in. During her first two hours at the school she had already made three potential friends. But a sudden though dawned on her. "What if I have more classes with that .... that ... kid?" She looked over her shoulder (Lord knows why) before heading to her Literature class.
She was a little early she noticed when she walked into the almost-empty room. She stood by the door waiting for her teacher to return. More kids filed into the room, smiling at her and saying 'hello'.
"Reese got in trouble again." One girl said, entering the room. "That's why Mr. Hamblen isn't here. He took him to the principal's office and everything." She turned around and looked at Brooke for the first time. The girl had rather large glasses over pale blue eyes and short, red hair. "I'm Allisa, you must be Brooke Jackson."
"Yes, I am." Brooke answered. "Nice to meet you."
"Just to let you know, Mr. Hamblen usually isn't in here at the very start of class." Allisa continued. "He's always scolding Reese Wilkerson. I was considered for advanced Literature, you know. But I missed it by five points. This school is highly prestegious! And not to mention -"
"This is an invasion of my personal space!" a voice called from the hallway. The door opened once more and Mr. Hamblen walked, holding Reese by his ear.
"You put cheese in my shoes!" Mr. Hamblen remarked angrily. Brooke considered giggleing, but now wasn't exactly the right time.
"I have two thing to say about that." said Reese. "1.) What in the name of Carmen Sandiego were you doing with your shoes OFF? and 2.) It wasn't just cheese ... it was AMERICAN cheese." Reese looked over at Brooke and winked. "Plus, you've got a new student and twenty-three other promising young persons to teach. Unless you want that pay cut that the superintendant threatened you with than I suggest you get to work."
Mr. Hamblen's mouth hung open. "How -?"
"I have my sources." Reese interupted.
"Brooke .... go sit by him." said Mr. Hamblen quietly. "It's the only empty seat left."
"Right this way, Ms. Jackson." said Reese with a mock bow.
"He's still an idiot." Brooke thought taking her seat.
"Okay, Brooke." said Mr. Hamblen after the rest of the class took out their assignments. "This is Literature. Right now we're reading 'My Brother Sam Is Dead'. You may want to try as hard as you can to catch up to us. Right now we're on chapter ten and, trust me, these chapters are semi-lengthy. I'll give you a book in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Mr. Hamblen." said Brooke. When he left her desk she took out a piece of paper and wrote a not to Reese:
'Cheese? Why cheese? We used caster oil at my old school. It's hard to get out and it oozes out easier.'
Reese's mouth opened wide. 'I never thought of that.' he wrote back. 'But thanks. I'll have to use that sometime.' he handed the note back and smiled at her.
Brooke tucked the note back in her pocket. The next thing she knew, she had recieved her book and Literature class was over. She read the book walking home from school, determined to catch up. She looked at the ancient form of writing comtemptiously.
=^o^=
Reese walked into his home, trailed by Malcolm and Dewey, in a rather good mood. "Hi Mom." he said, giving her a small peck on the cheek. "Can I have a small snack? I've got some homework to do."
Lois dropped her tea glass which shattered into a million pieces. Dewey screamed in agony and ran upstairs.
"Who are you and what have you done with my big brother?" Malcolm shouted defensivly.
"Okay, Reese." said Lois. "The only time you act this way is when you get in serious trouble or -"
"When you like a GIRL." said Malcolm in disgust.
"Well I sure don't like other guy ("Thank God for that." Lois muttered)." Reese said. "Actually I did both. I put cheese in Mr. Hamblen's shoes and there's this new girl named Brooke Jackson at school." Malcolm made a gagging noise a followed Dewey's lead by going upstairs.
"Dewey, this is serious." Malcolm said, dropping his backpack on the floor. "Resse's got himself a crush on a girl named Brooke Jackson."
"I'm too YOUNG to handle anything like this!" Dewey complained. "Couldn't they have waited until I was ... 12?"
"Whatever Dewey." Malcolm rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "For all we could know Brooke might like him back. And you know what that means."
"Uhg ... my head!" Dewey screeched.
"Exactly." Malcolm and Dewey walked back downstairs and saw Reese sitting on the couch doing his Sceicne homework and munching on an apple ("What? We ran out of Doritos?" asked Dewey).
"It's worse than we thought." Malcolm whispered. He shook his head in a defeated sort of way and we back to his room.