As we were reading Scary School, many in the class were inspired to write their own versions. A few have decided to share one of the chapters from their stories! Enjoy!
Hey! You get over here and pick up this book or else! Alright, my name is ummmm…….. I’m not so sure, but I know one thing. I’m a dead doll. I eat metal for deadfast.
Ok. This isn’t even telling you about this Scary School. Or is it? Today is my 4th year of Scary High School. Elementary School was the worst. The reason elementary was the worst is because in 5th grade, I was a chump. I did everything wrong. I was the best at math in 4th, 3rd, 2nd, and even 1st, but in 5th I didn’t even know what 1 x 1 was on the first day. I thought it was 1111111 and it is 1111111!
Ok. Time for a confession. I was horrible at math and everingthing eles. I was always a chump. Well, it’s because I was small and a doll and I ate jerks … ok, maybe a lot of jerks! But hey! You can’t blame me. When you’re getting made fun of because you’re a doll and you’re small, wouldn’t you like to eat the jerks who make fun of you?
If you’re guessing my name is King Mealies, you’re right. I’m the son of a medusa mother and a doll father.
“Hey, moron! It is 10:00! Time for a jerk eating!”
“Hey billy! Do you want to skip going out and jerk eating today? I’m not hungry. I’m lying. I’m always hungry for guts. Oh, I almost forgot that I need to tell myself my name. I mean, tell you my real name because I told you my fake name. Well, I still don’t know my real name.”