Lol… Thanks for the reviews! Well, Haley's in eight grade because that's way closer in age to Sarah and James, and she's a bit of a matchmaker… Lol… And she's their boss… Lol. There's a lot more romance in this than it than it gets credit for. But there's a lot of action in it…
And the chair thing at lunch and the mascot thing actually happened too… At my table! I was fuming… But that was ages ago…
Haley sighed, knowing it would be a painful day. Little did she know how painful it would truly be. The ground was coated in snow, yet they still had to go to school. She sighed loudly, very depressed. Having scarfed down her bagels and milk, she took four hot bagels from the toaster down to the bus stop with her. She handed them to Sarah and James, who ate them quickly.
Haley's eyes stayed focused on the garage, watching for her brother to show up, or maybe a parent. Fortunately, her brother arrived after Sarah and James had finished eating. She sighed, turning to peer down the street, searching for her bus. It arrived soon enough, and she hobbled aboard.
The day, however, only got worse for poor Haley. It really got bad at lunchtime, though. Haley, Sarah, James, and a bunch of other friends (Kristin, Milly, Lindy, Ashley R, Ashley L, Laura, Lauri, Christine, Julia, Lei, Ella, Sallie, and Helen-Marie) were sitting at an extremely large table.
James felt self conscious, as no one was sitting in the next to him. Then, from out of nowhere, bounded a large bulldog, actually a human being inside the dog, a human, as a matter of fact who rode Haley's bus, Benjy. Haley rolled her eyes, looking thoughtful.
"Hmm. It needs a name. Scruffy?"
Haley shook her head at this, but Milly seemed interested in it.
"Or maybe Ham or Bacon?"
"Rabies!" She said, eyes alight.
James and Sarah rolled their eyes.
"Students, welcome a new member to the PMS Family!" Bert chirped.
Haley shivered, looking slightly ill.
"I. Am. Not. A. Member. Of. His. Family," Haley stated, disgusted.
Lunch passed on rather uneventfully after that, until the end. The grade would not quiet down for once, though why this surprised the teachers, no one knew. Mr. Sausage kept yelling and yelling into the microphone. Finally, he got a "wise" idea, and stood on the chair directly next to James, who nearly jumped out of his seat.
Haley began a coughing fit, as she usually did when he hollered for them to stop talking, for it was a way to make noise and protest without actually getting in trouble. However, Mr. Chaseton, her Math teacher, patted her on the back and told her to get a drink. Haley shivered, trying to look away, as was the rest of their table, from the horrible sight of Bert.
Under her breath, Haley muttered, "I'm so glad that this is an Early Dismissal Day. So glad."
"Amen to that," James murmured softly, shaking his head, "Amen to that."
- Loren ;
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