One day our class was lining up at the door getting ready for lunch.

“Remember to sit down quietly when you get to the lunchroom,” our teacher reminded us. “And girls, please don’t sit by friends that will get you in trouble,” she said, looking directly at me.

I knew exactly who she was talking about. Spike. He was my friend, but the teacher was always having to remind him that there was no yelling, no shoving, and no fighting in class.

When we got to the lunchroom we were all happy to see that we were having pizza for lunch. Cool. We love pizza. Katie had just filled her tray and was walking towards our table when Spike tripped her, sending pizza and salad flying through the air.

“Spike!” The teacher shouted. “How many times have I told you, don’t put your feet in the aisles?”

When Katie walked over to our table she was crying. “Look what he did to my new limited Too outfit. This will never come clean. I’m calling my mom when we get back to class. She’s gonna be so mad.”

“No, Katie,” I warned her. “The rule is turn off cell phones in the classroom.”

“Plus, you have to leave your cell phone in your book bag. If Ms. Ford sees you you’ll be suspended,” one of our other friends said.

We were so busy talking that we didn’t have time to finish our dessert. “Ms. Ford, can we take our cookies with us?”

She gave me her teacher look. I really hate that look. “Do you remember our rule about no eating or drinking in class?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now, please sit down until I call your table to line up. We do not stand up in the aisles until we are called.”

On our way back to class Katie and I were whispering to each other. We were talking about how grumpy Ms. Ford was being. What was the deal? Were we really being that bad? I hoped she wouldn’t make the entire class walk laps at recess.

“Girls, no talking!” She snapped.

We would definitely be walking laps today.

It was sooo hot outside and we had to do 15 laps during recess. It was so unfair. And Spike kept getting behind me and pushing me. I was getting really upset.

“Gosh, Spike, you need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself,” I screamed.

“He does it cause he likes you,” Katie said.

“Gross!”

“Whatever.”

‘I do not like him!”

“Good. Because you heard the teacher tell him that we don’t hit and we don’t kick the back of someone’s seat before we came outside, didn’t you? He‘s trouble.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay class. Time to line up.”

Good. Now I didn’t have to talk about Spike anymore. Now, If I could just get through writer’s workshop with no talking and no playing with my friends, I might not get a note sent home today.

School is so hard.

I can’t wait until tomorrow.

 I'm feeling a little weepy! Let's get this kid an agent.

Have a blessed Day, Ya'll