I'm walking home from school with my friends Alia Faye and Harold Ball. We're all in fourth grade, and we're ending fourth grade in one week! Yipeee! I had light brown hair that was normally tied in two braids. Alia normally has her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail which looked weird, since she had short hair. Harold had dark brown hair that was always crazy before his mom combed it. Alia is always neat, while Harold- is a whole other story.
Anyway, while we were walking, we saw Tristan, a really annoying boy who likes to pester my friends and me. We all groaned at the sight of his dark orange backpack we'd always recognize. We tried to turn back and escape, but Tristan pulled us by our backpacks, one by one. First Alia. Then me. Then Harold.
We all groaned again. We always can predict what Tristan will do to torment us.
First, he pretends to eat eggs off our faces for some reason.
"Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom...." Tristan said as he pretended to eat eggs off our faces one by one. Yep, check.
Finally, Tristan would tape a picture of his face onto ours.
"I can't even look at these!" Tristan said, pointing to our heads. then he taped a picture of his face onto our foreheads. Then he left laughing.
"Ughhhhhh!" Alia groaned.
"I hope he won't be in my class next year." Harold moaned.
"Harold, do not jump to the worst case scenarios!" I say to Harold.
Alia nodded in agreement.
While we were walking while talking about the worst scenarios that could happen in fifth grade, our classmate Bridget walked by. Bridget is our friend, so we weren't that worried. However, you know one of those snobby friends you still want to keep, but can be kinda annoying? Yeah, that's Bridget.
Bridget seems like she doesn't think people have feelings, or opinions, you know. Whenever it's someone's birthday or Christmas, she always asks questions like "What does your desk look like?" Instead of "What do you want for your special day?"
Yesterday, Thursday, in the library
Yesterday, our class was in the library, which Harold never liked. Alia and I loved borrowing books to read, though. Alia borrowed "Front Desk" by Kelly Yang. Harold borrowed "Captain Underpants" by Dav Pilkey. I borrowed "The Losers Club" by Andrew Clements. Bridget borrowed "Ways to Make Sunshine" by Renee Watson.
"What book did you borrow, Olive?" Bridget asked.
"I borrowed 'The Losers Club'." I answer, showing her the cover. I would have borrowed the same book Bridget has, but I already have a copy at my house.
"Oh." Bridget reacted. "Well, if a club is called 'The Losers Club', and it's the cover of the book, and you read that book, doesn't that make you part of that club?"
Bridget showed the cover of her book.
"'Ways to Make Sunshine', on the other hand..." Bridget said, as if there was more, even though we all knew there wasn't.
I felt like groaning and hitting my head on the table. But I didn't. If Alia or Harold was in my shoes, then they definitely would have done what I wanted to.
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Anyways, now, Bridget's here, right now. I groaned and sighed, as I thought "We already passed Tristan, and now we need to pass you?"
Harold didn't seem to care, since he doesn't care if people make fun of his thoughts, or be disgusted around him. However, Alia, who cares too much of what other people think, was panicking and breathing into a paper bag.
"Everyone! Be normal! WE CAN'T LET HER MAKE FUN OF US!!!" Alia looked like Harold when he forgets to do his homework.
"Hi-sies!" Bridget says as she walks to us. Bridget is like one of those wannabe models, that talks like a model, walks like a model, and even sometimes dresses like a model.
"What do you want?" I groan.
"I just got a new phone." Bridget shows her new phone, with a cover and all. "I can add you to the group chat-oh wait- you don't have phones yet. Or even the Texter app. You guys only have Texter Jr, which is for babies."
Alia managed to roll her eyes after Bridget left.
"I wish our parents were nice, too." Harold told us. "Every other person in our class has phones, or at least the Texter app."
"My dad won't let me have a phone until i'm thirteen." I sigh. "I even see some third graders with phones."
"Thirteen's still years earlier than me," Alia responds. "My parents won't get me a phone until I graduate from high school."
"My mom doesn't even let me walk to your houses by myself, even though we live in the same neighborhood." Harold sighed "I don't even have to cross the street."
Every now and then, we'd wish we'd look less babyish compared to our classmates.
After that, our classmate Miriam spotted us. We all groaned again. Miriam isn't as bad as Tristan or Bridget, but Miriam tells us jokes that aren't even funny anymore!
"Hiya, Olive! Hiya, Harold! Hiya Alia!" Miriam says. Alia, Harold, and I all try and run as fast as we can to an alley, behind the side of a dumpster, but Miriam is fast, I tell you.
Miriam runs in front of us and says, "What do you call a jedi with four eyes?"
We all groaned.
"A jediiii! Haha!" Miriam squealed, holding the "i". "Next joke!"
"I'm not listening to this!" groaned Harold.
"Hi, Not Listening to This, i'm Miriam!" said Miriam.
"He's being serious!" Alia shouts, covering her ears. In fact, we all were.
"He's 'being serious'?" Miriam joked. "I thought his name was 'Harold'!"
I thought, and thought, and thought of ways to get out of this.
***
Many, many jokes later, I finally found a way to stop listening to these dad jokes.
"What do you call a boring dog?" Miriam said.
I just groaned on the outside, but on the inside, I wanted to say "NONONONONNONONO" so badly. But I didn't.
"...a Great Mundane haha!" Miriam laughed. We all groaned.
"We 'gotta go now, right, Alia? Right Harold?" I lie, looking at my watch.
"But I just went to the bathroom!" Harold said.
"Not that kind of 'go'!" Alia says, motioning Harold to go to the other side with her eyes. Harold frowned.
"Is there something wrong with your eye, Alia? Why is it all twitchy?" Harold says pointing hesitantly at Alia's eye.
"Ugh! Nothing is wrong with my eye," Alia says, obviously frustrated. "You just can't catch a hint is all."
I suppress a laugh. This is not turning out to be our day.
Just then, something caught my eye in the distance. A strange whirling thing that seemed to suck everything on its path.
"Is that a..." I began to say softly amidst Alia and Harold's bantering. No one heard me.
"A tornado!" I screamed as the whirling mass of wind, cars, trees, and everything in between started to hurl straight to us in a blinding speed.
Run, I said. But no words came out of my mouth.
***
Do you 'wanna know what happened next?
I woke up. Alia and Harold seemed to just have woken up, too.
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and then Add to home screen.