Substitute Scare
I walked down the wet street, and my nose stuffed up with the most fowl stench ever. I turned around and there was Rat. I stopped and as he got closer the smell of rotten eggs and curdled milk clogged my nose, so that I was nearly suffocated.
"Hey Buttons! How's it hanging? You still raking in those soccer medals?"
"Yep, yep. Soccer all the way!"
"Yes...."
"So, did you hear? Mrs. Fenwick got pneumonia and we're going to have a substitute teacher teach us."
"Pneumonia? Isn't that where your lungs get all filled with water and you can barely breathe because of the cold weather?"
"Yep. It was probably because of your fowl stench. I know that my lungs can barely take anymore. Have you ever heard of a bath or deodorant?"
"C'mon Buttons! I mean you smell a little funky and all, but I don't make fun of you."
"Hey! I do not smell! I do not smell! You smell! I do not smell!" She said and quickly took a sniff of her armpits.
"Sure you don't," said Rat as he rolled his eyes. "You girls care so much about your looks."
"No we don't. There's caring too much like those bimbo's over there, there's caring enough like me and there's not caring at all like you."
"Well now, lets change the topic before we say something we'll regret!" said Rat, fists clenched.
"Lets!"
"So, did you hear? Some substitute teacher named Mr. Smith assaulted some kid at St. Joseph's. I sure hope we don't get a supply teacher like him."
"Wow Rat! You're almost as gullible as Sparks is. You'll believe any rumour that's been brought to your attention. Hey guess what? I'm going to the Olympics."
"Very funny! Oh and look, Bumlets has gone a minute without re-combing his hair."
"Ha, Ha Ha! Very funny. NOT!"
Bring! Bring!
"Oh well there's the bell. We'd better hurry.
We entered the classroom and took our seats beside Blink, Jack, Arrow, Buckles and Sparks. In the corner of the room sat an old, shoddy looking man with bags under his eyes and the most evil looking smile you'd ever seen.
I walked down the wet street, and my nose stuffed up with the most fowl stench ever. I turned around and there was Rat. I stopped and as he got closer the smell of rotten eggs and curdled milk clogged my nose, so that I was nearly suffocated.
"Hey Buttons! How's it hanging? You still raking in those soccer medals?"
"Yep, yep. Soccer all the way!"
"Yes...."
"So, did you hear? Mrs. Fenwick got pneumonia and we're going to have a substitute teacher teach us."
"Pneumonia? Isn't that where your lungs get all filled with water and you can barely breathe because of the cold weather?"
"Yep. It was probably because of your fowl stench. I know that my lungs can barely take anymore. Have you ever heard of a bath or deodorant?"
"C'mon Buttons! I mean you smell a little funky and all, but I don't make fun of you."
"Hey! I do not smell! I do not smell! You smell! I do not smell!" She said and quickly took a sniff of her armpits.
"Sure you don't," said Rat as he rolled his eyes. "You girls care so much about your looks."
"No we don't. There's caring too much like those bimbo's over there, there's caring enough like me and there's not caring at all like you."
"Well now, lets change the topic before we say something we'll regret!" said Rat, fists clenched.
"Lets!"
"So, did you hear? Some substitute teacher named Mr. Smith assaulted some kid at St. Joseph's. I sure hope we don't get a supply teacher like him."
"Wow Rat! You're almost as gullible as Sparks is. You'll believe any rumour that's been brought to your attention. Hey guess what? I'm going to the Olympics."
"Very funny! Oh and look, Bumlets has gone a minute without re-combing his hair."
"Ha, Ha Ha! Very funny. NOT!"
Bring! Bring!
"Oh well there's the bell. We'd better hurry.
We entered the classroom and took our seats beside Blink, Jack, Arrow, Buckles and Sparks. In the corner of the room sat an old, shoddy looking man with bags under his eyes and the most evil looking smile you'd ever seen.