taught by Mrs. Lowry. Mrs. Lowry gave me detention, and on Monday I'm gonna have to stay after school to serve it.
Tonight I was totally jittery from my sugar withdrawal, but I didn't have any money to go buy a soda or candy from the convenience store. So I did something I'm not real proud of.
I went to Rowley's and dug up the time capsule we buried in his front yard. But I only did it because I was desperate.
[Image: A boy shoveling the snow in the night.]
I took the time capsule back to my house, opened it up, and got out my three bucks. Then I went down to the convenience store and bought myself a big soda, a pack of gummy bears, and a candy bar.
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I guess I feel a little bad that the time capsule me and Rowley put together didn't stay buried for a few hundred years. On the other hand, it's kind of neat that one of US got to open it, because we had actually put some really good stuff in there.
[Image: A boy sitting in front of a T.V.]
Monday
I didn't really know what to expect from detention, but when I walked into the room, the first thought I had was, "I don't belong in here with these future criminals."
I took the only empty seat, which was right in front of this kid named Leon Ricket.
[Image: three boys sitting on chairs and one empty chair for a boy.]
83
Leon is not the brightest kid in our school. He was in detention because of what he did when a wasp landed on the window in homeroom.
[Image: The man swings the chair at the window as the other tries to stop him.]
I found out that all you do in detention is sit there and wait for it to be over. You're not allowed to read or do your homework or ANYTHING, which is a pretty dumb rule, considering that most of the kids in there could really use the extra study time.
Mr. Ray was the moderator, and he more or less kept an eye on us. But every time Mr. Ray looked away, Leon would flick my ear or give me a Wet Willie or something like that. Eventually Leon got careless, and Mr. Ray caught Leon with his finger in my ear.
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Mr. Ray said if he caught Leon touching me again, he was gonna be in BIG trouble.
[Image: Children in the class with their teacher.] The caption reads: "YES, MR. RAY."
I knew Leon was just gonna go back to bugging me, so I decided to put a stop to it. As soon as Mr. Ray's back was turned, I slapped my hands together to make it seem like Leon hit me.
[Image: A boy is playing a prank in the class.] The caption reads: "OUCH!
SMACK"
85
Mr. Ray turned around and told Leon he was gonna have to stay another half hour, and that he had detention again TOMORROW.
On the way home, I was wondering if I made the smartest move back there at the school. I'm not exactly the fastest runner, and a half hour isn't that big of a head start.
[Image: A boy running with a bag on the road.]
Tuesday
Tonight I realized ALL of my current problems can be traced back to when someone in my family started stealing the lunch snacks. So I decided to catch the thief once and for all.
86
I knew Mom had gone grocery shopping over the weekend, so there was a fresh supply of snacks in the laundry room. That meant the snack thief was pretty much guaranteed to strike.
After dinner I went in the laundry room and turned off the light. Then I climbed in an empty basket and waited.
[Image: A boy hiding in the basket.]
About a half hour later, someone came in the room and turned on the light, so I hid under a towel. But it turns out it was just Mom.
I stayed perfectly still while she got clothes out of the dryer. Mom didn't notice me in there, and she dumped the clothes from the dryer right into the bin where I was hiding.
87
[Image: The lady is putting the clothes in the basket.] The caption reads: "DUMP"
Then she walked out of the room, and I waited some more. I was seriously ready to wait there all night if that's what it took.
But the clothes from the dryer were really warm, and I started feeling a little drowsy. And before I knew it, I was asleep.
[Image:
Tonight I was totally jittery from my sugar withdrawal, but I didn't have any money to go buy a soda or candy from the convenience store. So I did something I'm not real proud of.
I went to Rowley's and dug up the time capsule we buried in his front yard. But I only did it because I was desperate.
[Image: A boy shoveling the snow in the night.]
I took the time capsule back to my house, opened it up, and got out my three bucks. Then I went down to the convenience store and bought myself a big soda, a pack of gummy bears, and a candy bar.
82
I guess I feel a little bad that the time capsule me and Rowley put together didn't stay buried for a few hundred years. On the other hand, it's kind of neat that one of US got to open it, because we had actually put some really good stuff in there.
[Image: A boy sitting in front of a T.V.]
Monday
I didn't really know what to expect from detention, but when I walked into the room, the first thought I had was, "I don't belong in here with these future criminals."
I took the only empty seat, which was right in front of this kid named Leon Ricket.
[Image: three boys sitting on chairs and one empty chair for a boy.]
83
Leon is not the brightest kid in our school. He was in detention because of what he did when a wasp landed on the window in homeroom.
[Image: The man swings the chair at the window as the other tries to stop him.]
I found out that all you do in detention is sit there and wait for it to be over. You're not allowed to read or do your homework or ANYTHING, which is a pretty dumb rule, considering that most of the kids in there could really use the extra study time.
Mr. Ray was the moderator, and he more or less kept an eye on us. But every time Mr. Ray looked away, Leon would flick my ear or give me a Wet Willie or something like that. Eventually Leon got careless, and Mr. Ray caught Leon with his finger in my ear.
84
Mr. Ray said if he caught Leon touching me again, he was gonna be in BIG trouble.
[Image: Children in the class with their teacher.] The caption reads: "YES, MR. RAY."
I knew Leon was just gonna go back to bugging me, so I decided to put a stop to it. As soon as Mr. Ray's back was turned, I slapped my hands together to make it seem like Leon hit me.
[Image: A boy is playing a prank in the class.] The caption reads: "OUCH!
SMACK"
85
Mr. Ray turned around and told Leon he was gonna have to stay another half hour, and that he had detention again TOMORROW.
On the way home, I was wondering if I made the smartest move back there at the school. I'm not exactly the fastest runner, and a half hour isn't that big of a head start.
[Image: A boy running with a bag on the road.]
Tuesday
Tonight I realized ALL of my current problems can be traced back to when someone in my family started stealing the lunch snacks. So I decided to catch the thief once and for all.
86
I knew Mom had gone grocery shopping over the weekend, so there was a fresh supply of snacks in the laundry room. That meant the snack thief was pretty much guaranteed to strike.
After dinner I went in the laundry room and turned off the light. Then I climbed in an empty basket and waited.
[Image: A boy hiding in the basket.]
About a half hour later, someone came in the room and turned on the light, so I hid under a towel. But it turns out it was just Mom.
I stayed perfectly still while she got clothes out of the dryer. Mom didn't notice me in there, and she dumped the clothes from the dryer right into the bin where I was hiding.
87
[Image: The lady is putting the clothes in the basket.] The caption reads: "DUMP"
Then she walked out of the room, and I waited some more. I was seriously ready to wait there all night if that's what it took.
But the clothes from the dryer were really warm, and I started feeling a little drowsy. And before I knew it, I was asleep.
[Image:
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