Chapter 6 Coming together I had obviously tried to avoid Samuel today. Right when I was clearing my desk at the end of the day, I felt someone tap my shoulder lightly. I spun around, and to my surprise, it was Samuel. I excpected a rude comment, but instead he handed me my pencil. “Here, you dropped this on the floor.” I didn’t know what to say. I muttered a “thanks”, and that seemed to do the trick

Chapter 5  Trouble The moment I walked into the room, I knew I should’ve run away. Because guess what? There was only one available seat, and that was the chair next to Samuel. I sat down, and scooted away from him as possible. He leaned forward, and whispered into my ear: “Bad luck, for a short guy like you.” I glared at him, and noticed his bruise had gone down a little bit. About an hour past before the n

Chapter 4 The Broken Friendship My team raced across the soccer field. I usually loved physical education, but I wasn’t interested in soccer. Besides, my team was losing anyway. The other team was winning, 3-0. I was the goalie, and the ball was coming close. I swiped out my hands, ready to block it. Well I don’t mind if you say I’m the worst goalie in the world, but here you’ll get why. My hand felt like i

Chapter 3 The Pool’s Terrors I biked hard. Down the street, to the square building, inside the red doors. I parked my bike on the bike rack, and then rushed over to see if Samuel was there. Sure enough, I saw his light brown hair sticking out of the crystal blue water. I scooted over to him, but then stopped. I had to change into my swimming trunks first. I slowly trudged over and into the hallways. It felt like

Chapter 2 A new friend Like any other day, the cafeteria was a mad house. Food was being thrown up everywhere, and kids were screaming and running all over the place. I had no friends, because people said I wasn’t “cool” enough. Suddenly, a flash of brown caught my eye. There, in the middle of the lunchroom, was a kid sitting by himself. I gracefully hopped over to him, and then took the seat next to him. “

Chapter 1 The worksheet Hi. You might as well know that this is my first day of fourth grade, and my teacher is, well, Mrs. Meaner. I’ve heard rumors about her, and they’re not good. You see, she used to be dentist, and then she quit. Kids say she hides pliers in her desk, and whenever you get in trouble, she pulls one of your teeth out! As I glance ahead, I see the teacher has already opened the door. I notice