Dear Mike,
I'm writing to you because i'm being forced to, along with my best friend Trevor. You see, my mom enrolled us to this "Pen Pal" program, so that I could "get in touch with the world."
Anyways, even though I don't know you, Mike, I know that you probably don't care what my favorite color or favorite food is. So what better things to write in here than the "juicy tea" that happens here in California.
And if you like hearing about that sort of stuff, then you're definitely in luck. Well, Trevor and I both have a very special ability: becoming the center of 7th grade drama without even trying. A month ago, a random group of girls swarmed around us just to tell us that Aron and Harper broke up.
But yesterday, Trevor and I were just walking around the hallway, talking about Harry Potter, and minding our own business. Then, we saw Phil M'Kraken from my Accelerated Math Class, and some random 8th grade dude, Keith, snickering while closing a locker. But Phil's locker was next to mine, and the locker Phil and Keith were snickering around, was probably someone else's locker.
Continuing to observe from a distance, Trevor and I couldn’t help but be curious about what was going on.
Then, Keith started rapidly tapping on Phil's shoulder, which Phil clearly didn't like.
"Hey, touch me again, and you like Zoey." Phil snapped.
That's when it hit me. They were snickering around Zoey Ball's locker. And if you're wondering, "Who's Zoey Ball and what's the big deal with her?" Well, Zoey's described as usually....not the smartest person. Trevor told me that Zoey asked him, "Hi, do you know how to spell 'Boat'?" in English class. I've also heard some of the 8th grade girls sneer at Zoey and say that she only pretends to not know how to read for attention.
Still, even if Zoey may have been either dyslexic, or the biggest "pick-me" in California, no one deserved to get pranked by Phil and Keith. And I had a feeling that this little "joke" they were about to pull off won't be funny.
But before I could confront Phil, he caught Trevor and me staring.
He raised an eyebrow and shot us a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention. It was the kind of smirk that could make anyone feel uneasy, and Trevor shifted beside me, clearly regretting our decision to stop and watch.
“Got a problem, boys?” Phil called out, his voice dripping with mockery.
“No, just… uh, enjoying the show,” Trevor said, trying to sound cool but failing miserably. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I nervously glanced at Phil, then back to Zoey's locker.
Phil chuckled, gesturing to himself. “You guys are in for a treat. Just wait and see.”
With that, he turned back to Zoey's locker and delivered a hard kick to the side, rattling the door.
“Come on, man, that’s not cool!” I finally shouted, the words escaping my mouth before I could think better of it.
I closed my eyes, expecting to get punched in the face, but I didn't feel anything. At least until I lifted my eyes open again, to see Phil scribbling something onto my forehead with his a sharpie marker. After he was done with me, he did the same to Trevor.
Suddenly, Zoey's locker couldn't take the pressure anymore and busted open, with pink rubber balls bouncing all over the place.
"Crud," Trevor moaned.
Then, both stupid Phil and stupid Keith walked away laughing their stupid heads off.
I looked at a nearby window's reflection to see what Phil had scribbled on our foreheads.
He has written "Cream Puff #1" on my forehead, and "Cream Puff #2" on Trevor's forehead.
"I hate this school," I finally declare.
Well, Mike, I hope you've had a good taste of school in my area. Hope to hear back from you,
Julian Tran,
7th grade,
Dover Middle School
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