Super Louis

My day started out being pretty average, much like any other humdrum day. After a heated argument with the snooze button on my alarm clock and continuous nagging by my mother, I finally decided that it was time for me to get out of bed. I thought to myself that this is gonna be just another one of those days.
I got up reluctantly, brushed my teeth, and put on something that I thought would be OK to wear again. I mean, I’ve only worn it a couple of times, it only smells a little funny, and I only got grass stains on the pants three times! That’s clean in my book. I mean come on! I don’t understand how some people have to wear something new every day. It’s completely ridiculous!
Anyway, after getting ready for another boring day of school, I finally went downstairs to eat breakfast. I was shocked at what I discovered sitting across from me at the dining room table. It was one of my most disgustingly evil nemeses! I immediately began staring at him; something that I knew would bother him immensely. I also watched my back as I went over to the toaster to retrieve my precious pop tart before the filthy hands of my nemesis could steal it from me, like he had done before.
“Don’t look at my yummy moist pop tart with those greedy eyes of yours! You don’t deserve a pop tart this delicious!” I warned my sixteen year old nemesis.
“I wasn’t looking at your “oh so special” pop tart, squirt.” he said in a sarcastic tone, “I was just looking at the clock on the wall behind you. It seems to me like you’re going to be late.”
“Holy cheese! I’m going to be late for school again! Mr. Pudgy is going to be SO mad at me! This time he might actually get up from his seat, put down his favorite type of pudding, and come over and give me a detention for being late! Tell mom that I left for school already! Bye!”
I quickly got my backpack and the money for lunch that mom had left out for me on the counter, and I rushed out of the door as quickly as possible. I knew that it wouldn’t be good to be late for Mr. Pudgy’s class, as he has been known to get quite upset if you interrupt him while he’s in the middle of eating his specially imported pudding. I knew other kids who had gone there…and let’s just say that they aren’t ever going to do that again! Mr. Pudgy might look like a big fluffy teddy bear, but he’s more like a mother bear protecting her cubs (his pudding) from danger.
Luckily, I got there on time. Mr. Pudgy hadn’t had time to open up the pudding cup yet, so I didn’t interrupt anything important. He did give me one of those looks that teachers give you when their slightly annoyed though.
“Mr. Small, do I need to personally remind you that you shouldn’t be late to my class…EVER?” Mr. Pudgy scorned as if he hadn’t had any sugar to sweeten his attitude towards me today.
“No sir,” I said quickly.
“Then I suggest that you have a seat Louis!”
“Yes sir.”
Now I have to sit in my seat for the whole class and pretend to listen and understand what Mr. Pudgy is saying, even while he’s eating! I’m definitely not happy now! Mr. Pudgy just crossed over to the dark side and became one of my lower ranked nemeses. That’s not a good thing, because you definitely don’t want to get on my bad side. Once you cross over, it’s hard to return.
When this class finally let’s out, I’ll be extremely happy, but for right now I have to deal with the smell of pudding for at least an hour.
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Mr. Pudgy finally let us out of his class after lecturing us for what seemed like ages on the value of proper nutrition. That’s what he called it anyway. In my opinion though, it was more of a “how to” seminar in which he showed us how he eats various foods. That’s right, it wasn’t just pudding today. I know, it’s very shocking to hear, but it’s the truth. Thanks to this lovely little lecture, my brother, or should I say my sixteen year old nemesis, Aaron, moved up higher on my list of evil people that I know. Why? He told me that “Mr. Pudgy is a really good teacher” and that I should “definitely get him.” He’ll be receiving my prank of appreciation for this awesome piece of advice very soon. I haven’t decided which ones yet, but the prank will probably involve a couple of the following items:
- glue/tape
- water balloons
- bucket
- his girlfriend
- his car
- lots and lots of paint
That’ll be really fun to pull off! He might end up telling on me though, so I have to make it look like I had nothing to do with it…somehow.
Now I get to go to Ms. Dean’s class, and thank god! I like Ms. Dean’s class because Ms. Dean is almost completely deaf, and we can get away with pretty much anything. As long as a missile doesn’t go off, Ms. Deaf, as we call her, is completely clueless about what goes on in her class.
I decided to eat my breakfast in her class since I hadn’t really gotten a chance to this morning. I had been too busy protection my precious pop tart from being stolen by my nemesis to actually get to taste its chocolaty goodness melt in my mouth. Thinking about how good it is made me take it out and take a big, huge bite of it. Unfortunately, taking out something as good as a pop tart attracts a lot of unwanted attention from people around you. As soon as the fourth graders around me got a whiff of its yumminess, they all gathered around me, begging for a piece. I refused to share it with anyone though, so I kept eating. The bad thing though is that I hadn’t noticed one person in particular that wanted a piece. His name is Rex Normous, and he’s the biggest, meanest, and scariest kid in my grade. He’s so scary, that I heard that he kicks puppies and that he always gets what he wants because his parents are too scared of what will happen to them if they say no. Let me put it this way…getting on Rex’s bad side isn’t a good thing; it’s worse than being on my bad side, which is pretty hard to beat.
Anyway, it seemed that Rex really didn’t care that I hadn’t shared my pop tart with him so I decided to lay it out in front of me on my desk and have a little fun. I took out a straw and some paper, and the next thing that kids saw coming from my direction was a HUGE spit ball that landed with a plop on Ms. Deaf’s board.
“That was so totally awesome dude! I should go and tell Francesca about that one, she’ll think it was really awesome too,” Sheldon Mackerel said. Francesca Fair is Sheldon’s girlfriend and they are totally in love, which I think is kind of gross. I mean, how can any sane person tolerate that much…GIRL? I think it’s very strange, but Sheldon’s one of my two best friends, so I have to live with it and support him. Plus, Francesca isn’t that girly, so it’s not that bad to have her around all the time (kind of).
“You should do that again! That was totally teletubbies…you know what I mean?” exclaimed Ethan Fries, “You should like get a burger with legs…you know what I mean?” Ethan is my other best friend. He is awesome just like Sheldon, but sometimes it’s a little hard to understand what he’s saying. That’s why he’s considered so cool…no one can understand him! That’s a reason that we’re friends though…we understand each other and we laugh at all of the same stuff.
Sheldon and Ethan are my two best friends. We’ve done everything together since we were five, and look at us now, we’re practically grown-ups! We’ve known each other for a long time so, when they encouraged me to shoot another spit ball, I did it for them. Everyone else around me laughed at the fact that Ms. Dean hadn’t noticed and they all encouraged me to do it again too. So I did. This time I got an even bigger spit ball ready. I put the straw to my mouth, aimed it, blew, and PLOP!
Good news: It was the biggest spit ball that I had ever made.
Bad news: I missed my target.
The fact that I missed my target isn’t very big news if you really think about it. That’s not really the “bad” part of the situation that I put myself in. The really bad part was what, or should I say who, I hit instead of Ms. Dean’s board. What I hit could dramatically change my life and possibly even my facial structure, no joke. The thing that I hit was big and it was tough and it was ugly and it was…it was…it was REX! I held my breath for a few seconds as I analyzed the situation for a second. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, my time’s up…literally. Rex made his way towards me very slowly with a look of aggravation upon his face. My brain told me that I should run, but my legs were frozen stiff and my eyes were fixed on Rex and what he was doing.
I finally began to move as I realized just how serious the situation was, how mad Rex was, and possible things that he might do to me if he got a hold of me. Yup, it was bad…very, very BAD! My legs realized this and began to make their way to the nearest exit.
“WAIT!!!” Rex cried after me, and the tone that he used told me that I better listen to him or else he might do something worse to me than he was already planning to do.
I stopped and waited for Rex.
“Look. I graciously didn’t pound your face in when you refused to share your pop tart with me, but this,” he pointed to the spit ball on his cheek, “is going too far!”
“I…I…I’m s…s…sorry Rex,” I whimpered, “I didn’t mean to hit you with that, I was aiming for the board. You just happened to move right in front of me as I blew it out. This is a complete misunderstanding. Let’s just work this out and forget that it ever happened. Maybe we could even be friends?”
Rex shook his head back and forth menacingly. “I don’t think so. How about you do what I say? Meet me out by the jungle gym at recess…if you’re not there, you’re just making it worse for yourself.” He cracked his knuckles to show me that he was 100% serious about what he had just said.
“See you then…I guess…” I said, in what must have sounded like a whisper to those around me.
“You better be,” Rex warned as he began to turn around and go back to his seat. As he walked by my desk, he helped himself to the pop tart that I had left lying on my desk. “Oh, and thanks for this pop tart, I appreciate it.”
I was left stunned, standing in the same spot for twenty minutes as Rex helped himself to my pop tart, and I thought about my last wishes.
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The rest of my classes went by as I thought about what was going to happen to me at recess. In Mr. Bobinson’s class I began writing my will, making sure to give most of my things to my two best friends, Sheldon and Ethan, who were my biggest supporters, and to my mom, who would beat up Rex for me after my funeral. In Mr. Whatshisface’s class I began to think about how much it would actually hurt, when Rex took all of his anger out on me. He’s a big guy…he might have a lot of anger stored away inside of him! Uhhh…I shivered at that thought. He could also have a lot of energy, which meant that I had to deal with the pain for longer, and that it would keep getting worse by the second. Ouch! That might hurt. I gave myself a little pep talk as I exited Mr. Whatshisface’s class, knowing that lunch followed by recess was next. I could feel the pain seeping through me already…oh the fun.
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Lunch went by slowly as I counted down the minutes I had with my face. Twenty-one… twenty…nineteen…tick-tock…tick-tock. The wait was agonizing! Even though I didn’t want to go to recess, the wait just made me go crazy. Fifteen…fourteen…thirteen… tick-tock…tick-tock. Time seemed to stop in its place while I waited. Ten…nine…eight…seven…tick-tock…tick-tock. I just wanted to get the pain over with, but the time continued to elude me. Five…four…three…tick-tock…tick-tock. It was getting closer; it was all going to be over soon. Two…one and a half…one…tick-tock…tick-tock. The very last minute took the longest time. Finally when the whistle blew, announcing that lunch was over and that recess was starting, I was ready to have my face rearranged.
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As we reached the jungle gym and our teachers let us go wild for recess, I began feeling a bit nervous. I had butterflies flying around my belly at very high speeds. I didn’t want to know what it felt like to be hit that hard.
Then, I saw Rex, and he was looking even more enormous and dangerous than I last remembered. I was super scared. I walked up to him slowly. He was already at the jungle gym. I approached what looked like a hungry lion waiting to pounce on anything that looks like food. And right now, I was the thing that looked like food to Rex. I know why his mom named him Rex now; it’s because of his dinosaur like teeth that are exposed and waiting to be used.
As I approached him, I looked down, not wanting to see the expression on his face. I noticed that there were a lot of people around us though; a lot of people that would see my getting beat up horribly. I saw that three of those people were Sheldon, Ethan, and Francesca…I didn’t want for any of them to come and watch me now.
As if reading my thoughts, Rex shouted, “Leave, get out of here, all of you! You can only stay if you want me to pound your face in!” Immediately, all of the people around us disappeared. This was now just between Rex and me. I closed my eyes. Let the face pounding begin. Tell my mom I love her.
As I stood there with my eyes closed, I realized that Rex wasn’t pounding my face in. I slowly opened one eye in order to take a peek at my opponent, and what I saw shocked me. Rex was standing there…SMILING! I had never seen him smile before. This isn’t true, I thought to myself. There is no way that Rex wouldn’t seize the opportunity to hit someone…hard. He’s probably just trying to mess with me or something because there’s no way that Rex would be smiling…especially at me.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked cautiously. “Are you gonna punch me or not?”
“Now why would I punch you?” Rex questioned.
“Cause you said you would,” I responded covering my face for protection.
“I never said that!”
“Yes you did!”
“Oh, that! I was just keeping up a reputation. You know that I have a reputation as being the bully at this school.”
“Yeah. So why aren’t you hitting me right now?”
“Cause I don’t want to hit you.”
“But why? You told me to meet you here, and now you’re not going to do anything?”
“To be honest, I don’t really have any friends, and I was kinda hoping that maybe we could sorta be like kinda friends…”
“Why would you want to be friends with me?”
“I don’t know. I’m lonely. Plus…I kinda wanted for you to teach me how to get spit balls stuck on boards…if you wanted to teach me that is.”
“Sure…I’ll teach you. But, are you sure that you aren’t just pretending that you want to be my friend? Then, when I least expect it, are you gonna hit me? Cause if you are, I’d rather just have it be over with right now.”
“I really do want to be your friend and no…I’m not gonna hit you. You know what, to prove to you that I want to really be your friend, how about I bring you a pop tart tomorrow?”
“Sure but, I still don’t understand why your being so friendly.”
“I don’t like being known as the bully…I want to have friends.”
“I can help you. Hey, you wanna come to my house after school today? We can play video games, play a prank on my brother, and I can teach you how to blow spit balls!”
“That sounds great! I can’t wait!”
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Only one more class to get through, and then my new friendship with Rex begins. I feel bad about all of the things that I thought about him before. He’s actually a really great guy. I can’t wait until tonight…it’s gonna be so much fun. My last class for today is with Mrs. Goop…oh the joy!
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After sitting through a long one hour class it was finally time to go. Before leaving though, I asked Mrs. Goop a question.
“Mrs. Goop, do we have anything to do for tonight?”
She responded in a very bored tone.
“Homework.”
The monotonous way in which the teacher said this completely caught me off guard. I didn’t think that anything so annoying would be assigned on a night like tonight. Mrs. Goop had just ruined my entire night. All of my plans are now down the toilet. My very strange day ended with something that even I didn’t expect. It was totally unfair! A busy day, a perfect spit ball shot onto the board, and a perfect night planned out of nothing but video games had all vanished with the utterance of that one, single word. All of my plans with Rex were gone.
The first thing that my mom will ask me tonight is, “do you have any homework?” I’ll have to respond to her by saying that I did…then she won’t let Rex come over. Oh well! I’ll just use the excuse that Rex has to help me with my homework! Brilliant!
I wonder what interesting thing will happen to me tomorrow when I wake up and think that it’s just gonna be another one of those days?

- Sandra
Age 15