1st Grade Story - Michael Rex

Subject: 1st Grade Story - Michael Rex Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:50 pm

I was looking through my wordpad documents, and found a story I made when I was younger! xD

Subject: Re: 1st Grade Story - Michael Rex Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:51 pm

Michael Rex

for Class President!

~Chapter One~

"I want to be class president!"

Friday
Dear first grade journal,
Right now it is journal time and I have nothing to say.
~~Yesderday~~ Yesterday, I went over my ~~cosin's~~ cousin's
house. I hate my cousin because he cheated on the
game we were playing. I have nothing else to say.
blah, blah blah, blah.
From,
the bored Michael Rex
I put down my pencil and looked around the classroom. Everyone else was writing, except for me. I pretended to write something, so tattletale Taylor wouldn't tell on me. He peeked on my journal.
"Stop looking at my journal!" I shouted, angrily.
Mr. Park went to us. "Are you guys fighting again? It's your second warning, today. Three warnings and I have to call home."
"But, he was looking at my journal and you said it was pirate!"
"Pirate? You mean private." Mr. Park replied. I looked annoyed because having a teacher correct your spelling is annoying.
"Well, one more warning and I have to call home. Both of--" Then the loud speakers came on.
We had to recite the pledge of alligence but who cares about the pledge of alligence? It's so dumb. Then, something awesome popped up!
"Today, two people in each class will compete against who would make the best class president. Each class would have its own president. The finale would be next week where everyone would vote in their classrooms and the winner would win!"
Mr. Park went to the front of the classroom. "Who would like to volunteer for president?"
I raised my hand, and then Maria raised her hand. She copied me.
"Maria, you want to be president?"
"Yes, I want to be president of the United States!"
"No, it's different. It's class president."
"Oh," Maria said. She looked disappointed. "I don't want to be class president."
I still raised my hand. "I want to be class president!"
"Okay, Michael.. and..." I saw Taylor the tattletale raise his hand. "...Taylor."
I looked horrified. I didn't want to go against Taylor the tattletale!

~Chapter Two~

''Taylor, stop copying me!"

It was almost time for recess. I stared at the clock. I didn't know how to read time, but I knew it was almost time for recess because everyday I check to see what the clock looks like when it is recess. If it looks the same, it's recess!
"Time for recess!" Mr. Park yelled. All the kids lined up. I was the line leader, so I went first. I headed to the gym.
"Anyone who would like to go to Art or Computers line up." the gym teacher said.
I lined up, again. I was going to start my posters. I saw Taylor line up. Oh, no! He is probably thinking of the same thing. I went to Art fast and started to do my poster. I looked at Taylor's poster. He didn't even start it yet. This is good, I thought to myself, I can make more posters than him.
I got a blue crayon and colored blue stripes. I drew me with brown hair and wrote "Vote Michael Rex for President!" I wrote "1st grade, Mrs. Park's class" at the buttom and drew stars.
I was done with the poster and I looked at Taylor's. He copied me! "Taylor, stop copying me!"
Taylor didn't answer. Instead he drew and drew. He made three posters and I only made one!
At the end of Art, I still only made one and he made five. I got mad. I hang the poster on the wall.

I think it is better than Taylor's! Even though he copied me, I worked hard on my poster and he just did a scribble (fine it wasn't a scribble). I went to lunch and sat with my friend Kyle.
"Kyle, did you see my new poster?"
"Not yet. I can't wait."
"Want to help me with posters? At home, you can make posters and give them to me. You can also write 'With help from Kyle' or you can come over my house."
"Sure, I'll come over your house!" I gave Kyle a high five.
"Oh yeah, about that, um--"
"Anyone who is buying lunch may line up." the lunch teacher called out, interrupting me.
I lined up but Taylor cutted me. "TAYLOR!! Stop, don't cut me!" I hollered.
He backed off and I got my lunch. I peacefully ate my lunch, while glaring at Taylor. That jerk.

~Chapter Three~

"We can't put skate parks in our room!"

"What do you mean making posters isn't all the class president should do?"
"You also have to give us ways you are going to improve our classroom.." Mr. Park replied.
"What does improve mean?"
"To make something better. Taylor is already done with the ideas to improve the classroom."
I groaned because of course, you wouldn't want Taylor to be ahead of you! I started to write the ideas.
I went back to Mr. Park. "How do you smell impoved?"
"I-M-P-R-O-V-E-D." I saw Taylor laughing at me. I gave him a shut-up-or-else-I-will-stab-you-with-my-pencil-and-murder-you look.
It was snacktime, so I worked on my ideas. Taylor peeked at my ideas. "Recycle? Who would vote for you, nerd?"
"Well, we should save the world!" I looked at Taylor's ideas. "Free soda, skate park, and no homework or work? That isn't going to happen."
"Yeah, it will, if I win."
"We are only doing things for our classroom. We can't put skate parks in our room!"
"Who said?" I peeked at his posters. It said, "Vote for me and there will be free soda and $100 to everyone and free Pizza and a TV everywhere so you can do anything and free skate parks, and free stuff, and more stuff!"
"Your poster is a run-on sentence!"
"My poster is not running away!" Taylor said. He's so dumb. I thought to myself. He went away. I finished my ideas.

I smiled at my ideas. I showed them to Mr. Park but he said I didn't have to because we were going to read them aloud. I think he should've looked at Taylor's because it has ideas that aren't going to happen.
While I waited for snack to be over, I went to my best friend Kyle. "Did you see my poster?"
"Yeah, it's awesome, dude!" He gave me a giant high five.
"Really? Thanks!"
"Snack is over, everyone get seated!" Mr. Park shouted.
I went to my seat.
"Our two candiates had made ideas to make this classroom better. They are going to read them aloud. Please listen because you guys will be voting next week. Who wants to go first?" I raised my hand but Taylor got picked.
"5 things that we should do to improve this classroom is to read a chapter of a book everyday, recycle used paper, have teams instead of rows, pick a person of the day, and play a game everyday."
I got very mad. He copied my paper! I can't believe it! A tear dropped.
"What's wrong, Michael?" Mr. Park asked. He took to me the back of the room because he knew this should be pirate.. I mean private.
"Taylor copied my paper! That was all on my paper! He copied!" I said.
"I need some evidence..."
"What's evidence?"
"Like proof, things to convince me that you are telling the truth."
"I am, I am, I am, Mr. Park! Look at his paper. Maybe he was really reading from my paper."
"Okay..." Mr. Park went to Taylor and looked at his paper. "How come you didn't read what was really on this paper?" Taylor blushed and I laughed.
"Read what was really on your paper."
"Oh fine. My ideas are that there should be free soda and $100 to everyone and free Pizza and a TV everywhere so you can do anything and free skate parks, and free stuff, and more stuff and stuff like those stuff!"
"Please make more appropriate ones. Go to your seat and write better ideas. Next, Michael."
I read mine. "Things that would make 1st grade improved is everyday we should read a chapter of a book and we should also have a boy's side and a girl's side in the classroom. The boy's side would have boy things that can play with and books and girls would have girl things with books. Everyday there should be a person of the day. Also, we should have teams instead of rows. We should play a game at the end of the day, everyday and have a recycling bin to recycle paper."
"Excellent ideas! Taylor, are you done?"
"Yes, Mr. Park. I have more improved ideas than Michael." I gave him the shut-up-or-else-I-will-stab-you-with-my-pencil-and-murder-you look, again.
"We should have cooler stuff in the room like instead of paper we should use, like, a small board we can erase and stuff. We shouldn't have homework because it is a waste of time. We should redecorate the room and make it all black and blue and other colors!" Taylor said.
"Um, awesome ideas." Mr. Park said. I could tell he was sarcastic. "Well, over the weekend, make your choice. School Election day is next Monday. It is almost time to pack up. There is no homework today because it's Friday. Remember to get your tests signed! Oh, yeah.. there is homework. Since, next Monday is an important day.. I want all you guys to write in your journal about who you're voting for. Michael and Taylor, you write why you should win."
We packed up our backpacks and coats. "While we wait for the loud speakers to tell us to go down to the buses, you guys can have a free discussion."
I smiled. If I was class president, we would be playing a game right now.
"Hey, Michael. Want me to help with your posters today?" Kyle asked me, again.
"Not today because my mom and dad is working so our babysitter has to babysit us. And you know my parent's rules."
"Yeah, not to go out of the house when the babysitter is there..."
"But they're not working tomorrow, well, my dad is, but my mom is going to be home. So, I can go over your house."
"Oh, okay." Kyle started to talk to other people. I heard them talking. "Who are you voting for?" Kyle asked.
The girl, Julianne answered, "Michael, duh! Taylor said he was going to redecorate the room with black, and blue and those are barfy colors!"
I heard the other girls saying the same thing, but I heard some boys saying that they were going to vote for Taylor...
I really, really, want to know who the next class president is!

~Chapter Four~

"This will definitely make me win!"

"I am home, babysitter!" I shouted as I opened the door.
"Oh, hey Michael." the babysitter said. "Come into the living room!"
I walked into the living room and I saw my sister, Silver there. She got home from school, early because she goes to middle school.
"Do you have any homework?" the babysitter asked.
"Yeah, tons. I hate my science teacher. She gave us 10 worksheets because it helps us study but we're not going to even have a test." Silver answered.
"I only have to write in my journal why I would make a good class president." I answered.
"Your running for class president?" Silver asked. She scoffed. "I doubt your going to win."
I gave her a shut-up-or-else-I-will-stab-you-with-my-pencil-and-murder-you look. She gave it back.
"Here's my ideas to impove the classroom... I don't have my poster because I hanged it up."
Silver looked at my ideas. She gave me a your-such-a-nerd look. "You need some help."
"Can you ple-e-e-ase help me?"
"Sure." She worked on a poster for me while I wrote in my journal.
Michael Rex Writing
September 29, 2008 1st Grade
Reasons you should vote for me!
1. I have awesome ideas! I can make our class a better
place.
2. I am a very nice person and will not be mean to any of
you.
3. If I was president, we would play a game and games
are fun!
4. I am ~~trustrthy!~~ trustworthy!
5. I am fun to be with and ~~suportibe~~ supportive.
"I am done!" my sister said. She showed me my paper and I gasped. "H-How did you do that? This will definitely make me win!"

Subject: Re: 1st Grade Story - Michael Rex Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:52 pm

Already read this.

Subject: Re: 1st Grade Story - Michael Rex Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:52 pm

its for 1st graders. XD

Subject: Re: 1st Grade Story - Michael Rex Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:53 pm

I'm out.

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