Rafe
Middle School
Based off the book Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life by James Patterson
It feels as the день is crummy that I begin this tale of total desperation, and woe with me, my pukey sister Georgia, and Leonardo The Silent sitting like rotting sardines in the back of a Hill's Village Police Department cruiser. I'll explain about that later, but first a little info about me. I'm Rafe Khatchadorian. I'm a 11 год old colt, starting middle school in possibly the worst place possible.
Hills Village Middle School. It's like a prison for colts, and fillies. Many of the teachers are rude, and so is nearly every student. I found out about all this when I got to my first class.
Rafe: *looking for a place to sit*
Ponies: *staring at Rafe*
Rafe: *goes to back row*
Miller: *staring*
Rafe: *sits down*
Miller: Sitting in the back, huh?
Rafe: Uh, yeah.
Miller: Are Ты one of those troublemakers или something?
Rafe: I don't know. Not really.
Miller: *shakes head* This is where all the juvies sit. In fact, you're in my seat.
Rafe: *looks at chair* I don't see your name on it.
Miller: *pulls Rafe out of chair* Let's try that again. This is my seat. Understand?
Rafe: Y-yes.
Miller: Good. Find another spot.
Rafe: *sits Далее to chair he was previously in*
Miller: Uh-uh. That one is mine too.
Rafe: *stands up*
Mr. Rourke: *walks into classroom* Excuse me Mr. Khatch... Khatch-a... Khatch-a-dor...
Rafe: Khatchadorian.
Colt: Gesundheit!
Ponies: *laughing*
Mr. Rourke: QUIET!!!
Ponies: *stop laughing*
Mr. Rourke: And how are Ты on this fine день Rafe?
Rafe: Fine, thanks.
Mr. Rourke: Do Ты find our seating uncomfortable?
Rafe: Not exactly.
Mr. Rourke: Then, sit down. NOW!!!!
Rafe: *sits down*
Mr. Rourke: Now listen up everypony. In a few minutes, Ты will all go to the school auditorium for a meeting. If Ты need any help getting there, there will be some teachers to help you. Any questions?
Filly: What are we doing in the meeting?
Mr. Rourke: Ты will learn the rules, know your schedule, and receive your school books.
The колокол, колокольчик, белл rings, and we all go to the meeting
2 B continued
Miller
The final mesage.
Granny Smith walked outside while Applebloom ran out. They all bowed in respect to the Princess. She сказал(-а) to them: "I come with a message, as far as we know яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса is alive." Big Macintosh smiled. "I am sure Ты are aware of the Последнее murder in Canterlot." Big mac nodded. "Now, I must place Ты three under my royal guards protection" With that she flew off in her chariot. The three walked in confused, then they saw it. Written in blood on there window,THERE IS NO еще HOPE! GET OUT NOW!!!
To be continued...
