IMPORTANT: Guys, I posted a different and ACTUAL chapter 50 (50th chapter! I feel nostalgic!) called Singing In The Rain, and it would be GREAT if you read it! Cause... yeah. Whatever.
Also, in case I forgot to tell you or whatever, I'm going on vacation and I don't know how THAT'S going to go with the whole updating or messaging thing... (I don't wanna take my school laptop cause... it's BRAND new, and it's the BEACH, so...)
ONE LAST NOTE: Dudes, IcedTeaa (two 'a's is right) is a really great author and she needs more love. Honestly, she's probably the only thing keeping me writing at ALL right now, and I think it would be AWESOME if at least one or two of you were nice enough to check her out and review. (And hopefully fall in love!)
James pulled his lucky comb through his hair and marveled at his reflection in the mirror. Perfect as usual. It took a lot to get bangs this great, but it was totally worth it. After all, if you had the potential to look this good as a second grader, wouldn't you do whatever it took? Well, James would at least. He checked himself out for just a second longer before leaving his house and catching the bus to school. He bounced into class, took a seat, and talked animatedly with Carlos until his Mrs. Receedi decided to begin.
"Okay pupils," she said, holding up a stack of papers with a shaking hand as a few scramblers raced to their desks, "today is your last spelling test of the year!" The entire second grade class let out a whoop of cheer except for one student. James's face was the only to fall. and he looked over to Kendall nervously. See, James didn't know there was a spelling test today. He never really did, but Brooke Diamond wasn't interested in him bringing home another failed quiz. His leader gave him an encouraging but not helpful thumbs up, and James's fingers fumbled to find his comb still in his pocket. He ran it nervously through his hair as he passed the papers back.
"First word," Mrs. Receedi's voice seemed to echo in his brain and he felt like he was looking through a fisheye lens down at his lined paper. He had scratched out the numbers one through ten on the lines and stuck his name in the top right corner. Now it was a matter of getting the words right. You know, the hard part. "Ranger," his teacher announced. "The park ranger handcuffed the prisoner. Ranger," she repeated, throwing Carlos a smile as he beamed back. James ran a hand through his bangs as he tried to think.
This, of course, immediately freaked him out, and he rushed to comb them right back into place, hoping he hadn't messed them up too badly. He scribbled his best guess down onto the paper and waited for the next word. "Library," Mrs. Receedi called out, "I returned my books to the library. Library." James was starting to sweat. These words seemed familiar and they looked right, but how could he be sure?
Once again, he found himself pushing his hand through his hair and ripping his lucky comb right back in the opposite direction. Gah, it's gonna get so messed up! he thought worriedly, despite his test being his main concern. His teacher droned on, and he copied down the big words as best he could, despite not having studied or even LOOKED at the practice sheet. Let alone had he done the homework...
1) Ranger
2) Library
3) Mountian
4) Chocolate
5) Whaight
6) Pencil
7) Yogurt
8) Marker
9) Swalow
10) Officer
Soon, it was time to pass up his paper and he did so nervously. He couldn't do bad on this one, or his mom wouldn't let him have dessert for a week. James couldn't handle that intense of a punishment, it was hard enough for him to sit still in time out for ten minutes, let alone go without sweets. His heart almost stopped just thinking about it, and he waited with baited breath as Mrs. Receedi graded the class's paper in front of them as they were supposed to be reading their books. He repeatedly mussed his hair all up and prayed it would look okay as he combed it back down. It was a horrible pattern.
It wasn't long before the elderly teacher started making her way up and down the isles, sticking papers face down on desks. James watched as his peers' faces fell at one look of their grade and he hoped he wasn't one of them. When his test floated down to him, he was almost scared to look at it. He looked through cracked fingers and almost screamed in joy when he saw it was a 'C'! JAMES IS HAVING ICE CREAM THIS WEEK, BABY!
Suddenly, a thought dawned on him, and James ripped out a hand mirror from his desk, biting his lower lip. Please, please, please. This time he really did scream in joy as he saw his bangs still looked flawless. He stood up on his chair and pounded his comb in the sky.
"BOW BEFORE THE LUCKINESS OF MY-"
"James, sit down," Mrs. Receedi told him, and the second grader obeyed begrudgingly. Whatever. At least he had good hair.
Meh. Whatever... One of you asked for this, and I TOTALLY forget who it was, so I'm sorry. BUT HERE YOU GO!
FACT: Most Canadian hockey players have birthdays from January to March. This is because of their intense sorting program for hockey. The best kids move into higher levels, and at the beginning, the more mature ones are the best so they get better training and move up more. The cut off is January 1, so those closest to the beginning are the biggest in the beginning of their hockey careers.
