Why My School is Monster School
Bess Titchener
I am convinced that everybody in Wellhouse Middle School is actually a monster. Here’s some proof.
Today in PE, we were playing dodgeball, and I was just aiming a ball at Jack when I overheard Max and Thomas having a conversation. “I’m really sorry, Thomas!” Max said, “I didn’t mean to hit you in the face! I thought you were a spider!”
Maybe Thomas would have replied, if he were a normal person, “How did you think I was a spider?!?!” But no, Thomas replied, with a laugh, “Ha, don’t worry, it’s happened before.”
I was so confused.
Firstly, why did Max think Thomas was a spider. Secondly, why had others thought he was a spider before? I don’t think I would ever know.
That’s only one of the crazy things that I have seen at this creepy school. I’ll tell you more.
On a school picture day, two friends, Michael and Allaya, were competing to see who could have the ugliest photo. Firstly, why would they do that? Do they want to express their inner monster? When we finally got our results back, we searched through for Michael and Allaya’s, obviously.
Michael’s was ugly. He pulled a funny face and he stuck his fingers in his ears and nose. Yuck! But Allaya’s was not only ugly, but her eyes were white and the fingers on her face were gruesome claws. I quickly asked her about this, and she said, “I don’t see it. Are you saying I’m disgusting.”
I said no, but I thought yes.
More stories? OK. If you really are not sure yet that my school is not a monster, I’ll tell you a few more stories.
In the girl’s changing room at PE, we were just getting changed. I had a weird tingly feeling climbing up my back. I spun around. Lilu was about to walk past the mirror. She did. Normal, right? No. There was no Lilu in the mirror when she passed it. Now that’s a monster, you must agree!
Still, you are not so sure. OK, maybe we should take it a step further, if you are going to be like this.
I was chatting with my best friend Megan, before she suddenly stopped to say she needed the toilet. Most people would have just let their best friend go, but not me. I said, “OK, I’m just going to the cafeteria.” Of course, I wasn’t.
I followed her, into the school, trying to be sneaky. She turned around and I jumped into a big group of random people in my year. They looked at me weirdly. I awkwardly shuffled out. I continued to follow Megan. Suddenly, she walked into a random wall and disappeared.
I hope you now realise my school is full of monsters. Am I the only human?