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Spinelli Woods, Esq: We'll have to see, hee hee, so keep reading!
angel9220042004: Thanks, I hope you keep reading, and writing!
A/N: Yay, I'm back from college orientation! And without further delay, the next chappie of In Prickly We Trusted!
Chapter Twelve: A Mysterious Letter
T.J., Vince, and Ashley Q were at Kelso's to tell the class about what had happened at the newspaper and what was going to happen.
"Lawson? Working at the Townsedge Chronicle?" Spinelli asked with a disbelieving look. "What did you guys secretly smoke while you were gone?"
"We didn't smoke anything, Lawson really works there," T.J. assured her, rolling his eyes. "He agreed to help us out, type the letters himself, and not to worry about a thing."
"Isn't that nice of him?" Ashley Q smiled in spite of herself, getting a look of disgust from Vince.
"I think it's rather considerate of him to do that for us," Hustler Kid stated. "I mean, when you think about his history with our class and all."
"Not to mention his mother is the guidance counselor," Gretchen added. "So, now what do we do?"
"I think we need to try getting the school board to have a meeting with us," Sammi suggested. "So they'll now what exactly is going on."
"That's going to be hard if Prickly's wife is the president of the school board," Upside-Down Girl said worriedly.
"Maybe one of us should call ex-superintendent Skinner," Vince brought up. "One of the moms said we should get him on our side."
"Yeah, but who's going to call him?" Gus asked meekly.
"Thanks for volunteering, Gus," Spinelli smiled, slapping the six- foot tall boy on the back.
"M-me?" Gus stuttered. Just because he'd grown taller, didn't necessarily mean he'd grown braver! Or at least, that's what he believed.
"Sure, Gus, you call him tomorrow or whenever you can," Gretchen told him. "His phone number shouldn't be too hard to find."
"Whatever you say," he smiled awkwardly, silently wishing he had kept his mouth shut. "Whoops, gotta go, I promised Theresa I'd meet her at five."
"Get going, then, lover boy," T.J. teased as he ran out of the building. "Geez, Gus and Cornchip, who saw that coming?" he laughed. THE NEXT MORNING
Everyone got into Mrs. Mitchells' class in due time the next day, but none of them were paying any attention to the lesson plan. They were too busy thinking about all the things Prickly had done to them behind their backs all year. The only time they were paying attention was when a knock came onto the door.
"Come in!" Mrs. Mitchells called while writing some things on the marker board.
The secretary came in a little sheepishly while fiddling with a letter quite nervously. She didn't say anything until Mrs. Mitchells asked her what the matter was.
"This just came for you," she said quietly, handing her the letter. "Two men brought it by, but they didn't want to disturb the class. I'm sorry."
With that, she ran out of the room, trying hard not to cry. Mrs. Mitchells, or the rest of the class for that matter, didn't know what had gotten into her. The teacher opened up her letter, read its contents...and her face turned white as chalk. She stared at it for the longest time without saying anything. Spinelli nudged T.J., who said,
"Mrs. Mitchells? Are you okay? Mrs. Mitchells?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, uh...I think that's enough learning for today, don't you?" she asked them in a teary voice. "Class dismissed."
"But, it's only half way through the hour," Gretchen commented, pointing at the clock.
"Oh...well, you're excused anyway," Mrs. Mitchells told them, sitting down at her desk, staring at the envelope.
The kids silently got up from their seats and went out the door, not knowing what in the world had gotten into their teacher. They had never seen her so upset before. T.J. especially was curious and while walking out, he saw the very secretary that had delivered the letter in the first place. She looked almost as upset as Mrs. Mitchells. T.J. walked over to her, hoping to get some answers.
"Hey, what's goin' on with Mrs. Mitchells?" he asked her.
The secretary stared at him for awhile, and whispered, "Not that it's my business to tell you...but I'll give you a hint. It was from the Army," before quickly walking back to the office.
T.J. didn't believe it. No, not from the Army! The only reason he could think of on why Mrs. Mitchells would receive a letter from THEM was if King Bob were—oh. T.J. suddenly wished he never found out.
Okay, in the real story, nobody from school went off to Iraq, but our favorite teacher had a load of bad luck this year with the family and all, so I wanted to reflect that without making her life just a piece of writing, because it wasn't. Anyways...will ex-superintendent Skinner help the kids? Did something bad really happen to King Bob? Keep on reading to find out, and please review!
Spinelli Woods, Esq: We'll have to see, hee hee, so keep reading!
angel9220042004: Thanks, I hope you keep reading, and writing!
A/N: Yay, I'm back from college orientation! And without further delay, the next chappie of In Prickly We Trusted!
Chapter Twelve: A Mysterious Letter
T.J., Vince, and Ashley Q were at Kelso's to tell the class about what had happened at the newspaper and what was going to happen.
"Lawson? Working at the Townsedge Chronicle?" Spinelli asked with a disbelieving look. "What did you guys secretly smoke while you were gone?"
"We didn't smoke anything, Lawson really works there," T.J. assured her, rolling his eyes. "He agreed to help us out, type the letters himself, and not to worry about a thing."
"Isn't that nice of him?" Ashley Q smiled in spite of herself, getting a look of disgust from Vince.
"I think it's rather considerate of him to do that for us," Hustler Kid stated. "I mean, when you think about his history with our class and all."
"Not to mention his mother is the guidance counselor," Gretchen added. "So, now what do we do?"
"I think we need to try getting the school board to have a meeting with us," Sammi suggested. "So they'll now what exactly is going on."
"That's going to be hard if Prickly's wife is the president of the school board," Upside-Down Girl said worriedly.
"Maybe one of us should call ex-superintendent Skinner," Vince brought up. "One of the moms said we should get him on our side."
"Yeah, but who's going to call him?" Gus asked meekly.
"Thanks for volunteering, Gus," Spinelli smiled, slapping the six- foot tall boy on the back.
"M-me?" Gus stuttered. Just because he'd grown taller, didn't necessarily mean he'd grown braver! Or at least, that's what he believed.
"Sure, Gus, you call him tomorrow or whenever you can," Gretchen told him. "His phone number shouldn't be too hard to find."
"Whatever you say," he smiled awkwardly, silently wishing he had kept his mouth shut. "Whoops, gotta go, I promised Theresa I'd meet her at five."
"Get going, then, lover boy," T.J. teased as he ran out of the building. "Geez, Gus and Cornchip, who saw that coming?" he laughed. THE NEXT MORNING
Everyone got into Mrs. Mitchells' class in due time the next day, but none of them were paying any attention to the lesson plan. They were too busy thinking about all the things Prickly had done to them behind their backs all year. The only time they were paying attention was when a knock came onto the door.
"Come in!" Mrs. Mitchells called while writing some things on the marker board.
The secretary came in a little sheepishly while fiddling with a letter quite nervously. She didn't say anything until Mrs. Mitchells asked her what the matter was.
"This just came for you," she said quietly, handing her the letter. "Two men brought it by, but they didn't want to disturb the class. I'm sorry."
With that, she ran out of the room, trying hard not to cry. Mrs. Mitchells, or the rest of the class for that matter, didn't know what had gotten into her. The teacher opened up her letter, read its contents...and her face turned white as chalk. She stared at it for the longest time without saying anything. Spinelli nudged T.J., who said,
"Mrs. Mitchells? Are you okay? Mrs. Mitchells?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, uh...I think that's enough learning for today, don't you?" she asked them in a teary voice. "Class dismissed."
"But, it's only half way through the hour," Gretchen commented, pointing at the clock.
"Oh...well, you're excused anyway," Mrs. Mitchells told them, sitting down at her desk, staring at the envelope.
The kids silently got up from their seats and went out the door, not knowing what in the world had gotten into their teacher. They had never seen her so upset before. T.J. especially was curious and while walking out, he saw the very secretary that had delivered the letter in the first place. She looked almost as upset as Mrs. Mitchells. T.J. walked over to her, hoping to get some answers.
"Hey, what's goin' on with Mrs. Mitchells?" he asked her.
The secretary stared at him for awhile, and whispered, "Not that it's my business to tell you...but I'll give you a hint. It was from the Army," before quickly walking back to the office.
T.J. didn't believe it. No, not from the Army! The only reason he could think of on why Mrs. Mitchells would receive a letter from THEM was if King Bob were—oh. T.J. suddenly wished he never found out.
Okay, in the real story, nobody from school went off to Iraq, but our favorite teacher had a load of bad luck this year with the family and all, so I wanted to reflect that without making her life just a piece of writing, because it wasn't. Anyways...will ex-superintendent Skinner help the kids? Did something bad really happen to King Bob? Keep on reading to find out, and please review!