In The Best Interest--"SChool Dayz"
**Please review. Sorry I haven't been updating as much...School is very hectic right now. I was doing homework from 4-8:30 today [September 26] a science fair project that is due in November but the research is due tomorrow. I had left all my research in my locker, so I had to look up more and all of it was from encyclopedia.com cuz no other sites had any info on boats. Hopefully, I'll start updating more. Check out my novel "nightmare in the park" about a kidnapped boy!**
It was eight the next morning when Sophie woke the girls and Peter the boys. Peter was going to be the teacher, at least for the timebeing. Maybe the entire time, who knew?
The kids trudged into the schoolroom at 9 after breakfast and getting ready. They all had the 1 1/2 inch binders that Peter had assigned the night before. Peter sat at his desk.
Kristin and cole looked around, soaking in their new surroundings. Instead of the desks pushed together that the Cliffhanger's had, they had old desks that connected the chair to the desk. Kristin reconized them from her old school, and she had hated them so bad because she had to lean against the hard back and herbruises would seem to explode in pain.
The desks weren't far away from eachother, but not close enough to where one could easily lean over and cheat or talk. "Row A, from first to last, Tori, Katie, Kristin and Mark. Row C, Cole, Liz and Sam. There will more likely be more kids coming soon, so that's why you're spread apart and there are so many desks," Peter answered their unasked questions.
They all quietly took their seats. No one had really gotten to be friends, except Cole and Mark and Kristin and Katie. "Okay, first I'm going to lay down the rules. This'll be like your school. No talking out, no disrespect, and, unless we're having a class discussion which we'll have many times, I expect you to please raise your hands. There aren't many rules, so I expect you to please abide by them. Any questions?" Peter asked, looking around the room.
Sam smirked and raised his hand. "Sam?" Peter asked reluctantly. "Do we get naptime?" he asked, pretending to be earnest. Peter examined his face, as Sam kept a straight face. "No, Sam." he answered at last. Sam grinned and nodded. "Thank ya."
"About the binders, there are four subjects that we will study. Mathematics, history, language arts, and science. I understand some of you are on different levels, and when I analyze you're scores on tests and grades, I'll decide groups that we'll teach in. Understood?"
They all nodded. "Okay, can you please open your binder?" Peter asked. Everyone took out the binder and opened it. Sam looked around and noticed he was the only one with a yellow one. "Peter, I don't find this very fair. I mean, look, everyone else has black or blue. And I got yellow?! Something's wrong..." Sam whined.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Sam, it doesn't matter the color." "Uh-huh."
"If it matters so much then color it blue," Peter said and handed Sam a blue sharpie. Sam's face fell; he was use to his whining annoying his teachers so much that they eventually give in.
Sam's face grew red in embarassment as the other kids snickered and he scribbled "Sam Campbell" on the cover and then "rana, rana, rana, rana, codeine" just for effects.
Thefirst class was language arts. "You'd usually read a novel in reading, but here since we don't have that class, we'll be reading "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding." Peter said as he handed out books. Mark grew nervous as his face turned a deep shade of red as he stared at the book in his hands.
"Turn to page one and read please, Mark," Peter asked. "Uh, um...T-the boy stumbled off the vyegorous rocks..." Mark mumbled [Okay I'm not sure if that's how the beginning us but I don't have it in front of me, I read it last year in my reading class]. Sam stiffled a laugh as Peter gave him a sharp look. "We don't laugh at people, Sam," he snapped. Sam just snickered but stopped laughing.
Mark swallowed. "It's vigorous, Mark," Peter said gently. Mark nodded and continued. "He n-notyc-" Mark just looked at the page. Peter understood completely what was happening; Mark could barely read.
**Please review. Sorry I haven't been updating as much...School is very hectic right now. I was doing homework from 4-8:30 today [September 26] a science fair project that is due in November but the research is due tomorrow. I had left all my research in my locker, so I had to look up more and all of it was from encyclopedia.com cuz no other sites had any info on boats. Hopefully, I'll start updating more. Check out my novel "nightmare in the park" about a kidnapped boy!**
It was eight the next morning when Sophie woke the girls and Peter the boys. Peter was going to be the teacher, at least for the timebeing. Maybe the entire time, who knew?
The kids trudged into the schoolroom at 9 after breakfast and getting ready. They all had the 1 1/2 inch binders that Peter had assigned the night before. Peter sat at his desk.
Kristin and cole looked around, soaking in their new surroundings. Instead of the desks pushed together that the Cliffhanger's had, they had old desks that connected the chair to the desk. Kristin reconized them from her old school, and she had hated them so bad because she had to lean against the hard back and herbruises would seem to explode in pain.
The desks weren't far away from eachother, but not close enough to where one could easily lean over and cheat or talk. "Row A, from first to last, Tori, Katie, Kristin and Mark. Row C, Cole, Liz and Sam. There will more likely be more kids coming soon, so that's why you're spread apart and there are so many desks," Peter answered their unasked questions.
They all quietly took their seats. No one had really gotten to be friends, except Cole and Mark and Kristin and Katie. "Okay, first I'm going to lay down the rules. This'll be like your school. No talking out, no disrespect, and, unless we're having a class discussion which we'll have many times, I expect you to please raise your hands. There aren't many rules, so I expect you to please abide by them. Any questions?" Peter asked, looking around the room.
Sam smirked and raised his hand. "Sam?" Peter asked reluctantly. "Do we get naptime?" he asked, pretending to be earnest. Peter examined his face, as Sam kept a straight face. "No, Sam." he answered at last. Sam grinned and nodded. "Thank ya."
"About the binders, there are four subjects that we will study. Mathematics, history, language arts, and science. I understand some of you are on different levels, and when I analyze you're scores on tests and grades, I'll decide groups that we'll teach in. Understood?"
They all nodded. "Okay, can you please open your binder?" Peter asked. Everyone took out the binder and opened it. Sam looked around and noticed he was the only one with a yellow one. "Peter, I don't find this very fair. I mean, look, everyone else has black or blue. And I got yellow?! Something's wrong..." Sam whined.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Sam, it doesn't matter the color." "Uh-huh."
"If it matters so much then color it blue," Peter said and handed Sam a blue sharpie. Sam's face fell; he was use to his whining annoying his teachers so much that they eventually give in.
Sam's face grew red in embarassment as the other kids snickered and he scribbled "Sam Campbell" on the cover and then "rana, rana, rana, rana, codeine" just for effects.
Thefirst class was language arts. "You'd usually read a novel in reading, but here since we don't have that class, we'll be reading "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding." Peter said as he handed out books. Mark grew nervous as his face turned a deep shade of red as he stared at the book in his hands.
"Turn to page one and read please, Mark," Peter asked. "Uh, um...T-the boy stumbled off the vyegorous rocks..." Mark mumbled [Okay I'm not sure if that's how the beginning us but I don't have it in front of me, I read it last year in my reading class]. Sam stiffled a laugh as Peter gave him a sharp look. "We don't laugh at people, Sam," he snapped. Sam just snickered but stopped laughing.
Mark swallowed. "It's vigorous, Mark," Peter said gently. Mark nodded and continued. "He n-notyc-" Mark just looked at the page. Peter understood completely what was happening; Mark could barely read.