Well here's chapter two I hope you enjoy it and I'd like to thank I-Heart-Werewolves for the review.
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"Good morning class, I am your History teacher for this year Mr. Ratburn." Mr. Ratburn just stared directly eye to eye at Arthur and the gang. "I know some of you might of had me before but this is High-school and it's a whole different ball game, I will work each and every one of you to your full potential."
"Oh, great 9th grade is going to be even worse than 3rd grade." Whispered Francine to Buster.
"Ms. Frensky do you have a problem."
"No, Mr. Ratburn." Said Francine.
"Okay well in other matters even though it's your first day of High-school I have an assignment." The class groans at hearing of the word assignment. "Settle down class. The assignment I would like you to do is to write me a 10 page typed essay on how much you have changed since, elementary school." Some random girl in the class raised her hand. "Yes, Elenore."
"When is the essay due."
"Friday."
"But that only gives us 2 day to do the essay and what does this essay have to do with history."
"I hope this Project will give each and everyone of you an understanding of how much you've changed." Said Mr. Ratburn completely ignoring Francine's comment.
After class when everybody was rushing to get out of Mr. Ratburn's hell hole of a classroom he told Francine, Buster,Brain, Arthur and Muffy all to stay.
"Okay, this essay was geared especially towards you guys because believe this essay could really teach you something. I want each of you to write about how you were before you walked into my class on the first day of third grade and how you are now. I expect your essays to be twice as good as the other student because I taught all of you and I know what you can truly amount to if you try."
"But what if we haven't changed since third grade?" Asked Muffy.
"Trust me. Muffy every single one of you has changed physically and mentally and if you didn't notice before after this essay you will definitely notice."
"What if we can't figure out a way we've changed?"
"Then you Fail."
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"I can't believe Mr. Ratburn is making us do a essay." Said Arthur.
"I know and he teaches History and I'm pretty sure this essay has absolutely nothing to do with History."
"OMG!!!! How the hell I am suppose to know how much I've changed since third grade that 6 stupid years ago." Exclaimed Muffy.
"I know I haven't even changed that much since third grade. Well I did get contact and grow a full foot but knowing Ratburn he's looking for changes in character."
"And we have to write 10 pages it about it."
"Well Francine has a lot more to write more to write about than me," said Buster.
"What do you mean."
"Francine at least something to write."
"What do you mean."
"You dress more like a girl now."
"But that's not a personality trait."
"So it's something."
"Buster you really shouldn't be talking you are so much less lazy than you were in elementary school. You're more hard working. You made Honor-roll every single semester, unlike in third grade where you almost had to stay back."
"Okay that's one thing I can write. What is that going to equal up to, a couple sentences."
"Well that's a couple sentences more that I have." Said Muffy.
"This is crap, on top of having to write a 10 page essay we also have to have it done in 2 day. That's just cruel."
"No other teacher me homework why did Mr. Ratburn." Groaned Arthur.
"This isn't fear I thought after we got out of third grade we wouldn't have to deal with Mr. Ratburn again but he shows up again in High-school."
"See yah later guys." Francine waved bye while crossing the street.
"I think I see Bailey, I call you guy later." Muffy ran off in her 2 inch high heel pumps toward a black shiny Limo.
"So what do you guys want to do?" Asked Arthur
"I have work at the sugar bowl tonight."
"What about you Buster?"
"I have to get started on the report for Ratburn."
"So, I all alone."
"Why don't you hang out with me at the sugar Bowl?"
"Remember when we use to always go to the sugar bowl," Arthur started to reminisce about third grade.
"Yeah, but we haven't hung out at the sugar bowl since, like fourth grade."
"Well I guess I just have to stay home with D.W."
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Arthur was hard at work on the computer typing his essay for Mr. Ratburn when D.W walked in.
"Hey, Arthur. What'cha doing."
"I'm just doing homework."
"But it's the first day of school."
"Yeah, but ended up with Mr. Ratburn for history."
"Sucks for you."
"I know."
"Well, can you tell mom I'm going over James's house."
"Sure." D.W threw her navy blue coat and red back pack on the sofa. She switched her red and white purse for a blue and pink one which matched with her hot pink mini dress, white undershirt and turquoise heels that made her look much taller than her 5' 3 frame.
Arthur kept on frantically typing as D.W slammed the door hard. He was just blabbering on about nothing, he didn't know how he changed since third grade and quite frankly he didn't care but this was Mr. Ratburn so he couldn't risk not doing anything. He was half way through his second page when the phone rang. He checked the caller I.d it was Francine.
"Hi Francine."
"Hey Arthur how far have you gotten on your essay.?"
"I halfway through my second page."
"I haven't even started."
"Are you joking?"
"No, I'm serious."
"Francine hold on a minute someone's calling me." Arthur switched to the other line.
"Hey Brain, did you finish that essay for Mr. Ratburn?"
"Nope."
"I'm screwed."
"I think I figured out a way the we could finish this essay easy."
"How?"
"We could combine our essays and write how we all changed as a group."
"Could work, but the only question is will Ratburn go for it."