Based off the book Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life Von James Patterson
It feels as the Tag 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 Jahr 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*
Rafe: *sits down*
Miller: Sitting in the back, huh?
Rafe: Uh, yeah.
Miller: Are Du one of those troublemakers oder 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?
Miller: Good. Find another spot.
Rafe: *sits Weiter 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...
Mr. Rourke: QUIET!!!
Ponies: *stop laughing*
Mr. Rourke: And how are Du on this fine Tag Rafe?
Rafe: Fine, thanks.
Mr. Rourke: Do Du 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, Du will all go to the school auditorium for a meeting. If Du 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: Du will learn the rules, know your schedule, and receive your school books.
The glocke rings, and we all go to the meeting
2 B continued