The Longest Day
At school that day I told my best friends, Kade and James, all about Boris. They thought it was really cool and wanted to meet Boris. So I decided that if Boris came back tonight I would ask him to come to school with me so he can meet my friends.
School that day seemed to take forever! My teacher, Mr. Eggerton (some of the naughty kids call him Mr. Egghead) droned on and on about how to write a letter and how to add up numbers. Didn’t he know I had better things to think about? I couldn’t concentrate and as I was drawing a picture of Boris I felt a dark and cold presence behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and goosebumps appeared on my arms. You know, the type of feeling you have when you think a vampire is sneaking up on you.
As I started to turn I heard, “Bob, what are you doing?”
“Sorry Mr. Egghead, I mean Mr. Eggerton…I’m just drawing a picture of my monster, but I was listening to your interesting talk about how to write letters,” I said in a voice that was high and way too fast.
He ripped the page out of my book, scrunched it up and threw it in the bin.
“Okay class, seeing that Bob HAS been listening, he is going to tell us how you finish a letter to a friend,” he said, knowing he was setting me up for making a fool of myself.
Why didn’t I listen when I was drawing? I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I mumbled, “Goodbye…”
Everyone started laughing. Everyone that is, except Mr. Eggerton. Looking around, I wished that the aliens would fly through the window and abduct me!
I knew what would come next. “I’ll be seeing your Dad at lunchtime Bob, right after I give you a detention.”
Sometimes it is painful having a Dad who teaches at the same school. I just slumped in my seat (trying to make myself invisible) and told him I was sorry and that I would listen from now on.
During detention I had to write out - I will listen in class –50 times before I could escape.
When I finally made it to the playground to join in the last 10 minutes of a soccer game, Jack the class bully, picked up the soccer ball and yelled, “How come you are out of detention, oh, that’s right, Daddy is a teacher. Little Bobbly always gets special attention. Teacher’s pet, teacher’s pet, Bobby is the teacher’s pet,” he chanted.
Kade jumped to my defence, “Leave him alone Jack, he did his detention.”
“Yeah right, all 5 minutes of it, I’d be in there all lunch hour and so would all the other kids, teacher’s little favorite!” he said in a mean voice.
Kade took the ball off Jack and yelled for everyone to play on. Jack gave me a death stare, so I just smiled at him and ran off after the ball. Sometimes you just have to ignore bullies. And I’m so lucky to have friends who stand up for me.
After lunch the day dragged on, I couldn’t wait to go home!
Early To Bed
That night I did my homework quickly, ate all my dinner in record time, even the cabbage (yuck!), I didn’t even try to hide my peas under the table, then I had a shower and cleaned my teeth…all before 6 o’clock.
“Mom, Dad, I’m really tired, I think I’ll go to bed early tonight,” I said trying to sound sleepy. My act was worthy of an academy award, I yawned and stretched and made my eyes look as if they were half closed.
My big sister, Lucy, looked at me with a strange look on her face and her arms folded. “But Bobby you never want to go to bed,” she said in a shocked voice.
Mom and Dad looked surprised too. “Don’t worry about today Bobby, Mr. Eggleton can’t expect little kids to listen to every word he says and besides learning about how to write a letter is pretty boring,” Dad tried to comfort me, thinking I was upset about getting into trouble at school. To be honest, I had forgotten all about it. I just wanted to go to bed to see Boris.
“Thanks Dad (yawn), I’m just tired (yawn), I’ll see you in the morning,” I replied.
Mom walked over and gave me a hug, she put her hand on my forehead to feel for a temperature. “Are you sure you feel okay? I’ll come in and read you a story Boo Boo Bear (I hate that nickname) and sit with you until you fall asleep,” whispered Mom.
Now normally, I would love that, but not tonight.
“It’s okay Mom, I’m a big boy now…goodnight,” and off I went to bed.