Black

Chapter 1:

The First Day of School

Black was bouncing on the walls and eating 20 milky ways. He was a new kid that I was not fond of. He was just starting the sixth grade and he was very annoying. I was going to Literacy, a fun class in fact. I got to meet Mr.Boney.

“Black, get down right now!” Mr.Boney yelled.

“Hey wanna swig of my root beer?” Black asked. I just simply ignored him. I then went to gym class with Mrs.Boney. She was a nice lady. We did gym and Black was on the wall. “Will Black Tearing come to the office.” The intercom said. He came back with a detention slip. We then went to math with Mrs.Reety.

He nearly destroyed the room. It was then lunch. I was talking with my friend Jason. I then heard alarm clocks whizzing past me. One hit me in the head.

“Oww!” I screamed. I was knocked out cold.

“Where-Where am I?” I asked.

Bright lights were shining everywhere. I was gonna die! Except I wasn’t.

“You be jus’ fi’ kno’,” the doctor said.

Wait, I was in a hospital! This was crazy.

“He’ b’ jus’ fi’ kno’,” he said to someone.

I eventually went home. I was fine but my head felt like a big lump of crap. I hate this Black Tearing kid or whatever. I didn’t get too angry though.

“So, is your head okay?” my mom asked.

“Meh,” I answered.

Chapter 2:

The Boy Scout Meeting

1 week later

It was time to go back to school. For the next few days Black was weird and had many detentions. So, we had a boy scout meeting and it was to see who was going out for boy scouts. Suddenly I heard a voice.

“Hey.” It was unmistakably the voice of Black.

“Hey,” I said back with a frown on my face.

The Boy Scout meeting was fun besides the fact that Black was there. And the worst part, Black signed up. This was all wrong. All of it. I wondered if I should still do boy scouts. Well, of course I would have to. I went to bed having a nightmare that Black was throwing alarm clocks and one hit me and turned into a knife and I died.

“NNNN Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” I screamed.

“What happened?” my mom asked.

“I don't remember,” I lied.

“Alright go back to bed,” my mom said.

So, I went back to bed. The next day was Friday. It was gonna be a great day.

“Hey,” one of my friends said to me.

Oh, it was Parker.

“Hi,” I said back.

We had a great time. Suddenly it was lunch time. Black was throwing stuff.

“Will you just stop?” one kid asked.

It was Brandon, a popular kid.

“Nope,” Black said, a grin on his face.

Suddenly, an alarm clock hit the wall and hit his elbow super hard.

“Owwww!” He screamed in pain.

He went down to the office. I never again saw him that day. I was biking around and I saw Black and his brother get in a fight. Black beat him so hard.

“You know, you deserved that broken arm,” I heard his mom say.

He was obviously not close to his family. I got to hang out with Parker. I went back to school

Chapter 3:

The Boney Break-Up

“Mr. Boney and Mrs. Boney broke up,” a girl named Lilly told me.

“What,” I said back.

This was crazy. Totally crazy. Mr. Boney and Mrs. Boney were the best couple ever. Mrs. Boney said that she would keep her Boney name. She just didn’t like how Boney she was getting with Mr. Boney. Mrs. Boney was forced to eat Food for the Boney. She was sick of it.

“Get out your textbooks,” Mr. Boney said sadly.

This was making me feel Boney. Maybe kids would all feel Boney. Boney's name after the divorce would no longer be Mr. Boney, but Mr. Soft. I knew I was feeling Boney the most. His name was now Mr. Mom. Yahoo I thought. This was not fun. MR Mom was extremely fat. I felt so stinkin Boney.

Mrs. Boney’s new name was Mrs. Soft. What a coincidence they had the same last name. They were getting remarried in the Gym. Their new last names were extremely hard. Extremely Hard for the Mr and mrs bones was now a fat Boney was their new favorite food. They got pet, their pet son. His name was the smallest Boney.

Black was out eating sugar. At lunch Black was throwing stuff. Then Brandon got really mad. They got in a fight. Black was, of course, victorios. He punched him so hard with his cast. Blood was spilling everywhere, yes everywhere. He used his cast as an advantage. A big advantage.

Black started hitting him hard. His jaw fell out. Black was so weird. His jaw was on the floor. Black’s jaw fell out with shock. Everybody’s jaw fell out. So everybody had to get fake jaws. Of course, Black got suspended. The rest of the week everybody kept it quiet without Black. They eventually got their jaws back in.

Black came in Monday. He had a bit of a change, only 14 milky ways and 14 root beers. That’s low for him.

“Hey,” he said to me, a little less happier than usual.

“Hi,” I said back.

There was a new girl and Black looked very happy towards the new girl. Well, the dance was coming up. Lunch was finally peaceful. Nobody shouted or did something crazy. Well life was good. Finally.

We went to FAST and Black was moved to my fast. NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the new girl.

“Would you like to go to the dance,” Black asked.

“No,” the new girl said softly.

“Why?” Black asked.

“Because, I-a-don't wanna,” the new girl said.

Smash. Black was running at her at top speed.

“Stop,” I said.

He dropped to the floor. He had had 100 milky ways and 100 root beers!

Chapter 5:

The Campout

1 week later

It was Friday and we were going camping today. Oh no, Black was coming.

When I saw what black was bringing for camping didn’t surprise me. He brought 80 milky ways and 80 root beers.

“Hello, scouts,” our scout leader Mr. Enger said.

“Today we will be camping at Glaciers Edge,” Mr. Enger said.

“The first tent will be Black, Brandon, John, and Buddha Pig,” no I thought.

I am the Buddha Pig.

I was with Black. THIS WAS TERRIBLE.

“Hey,” I said depressingly.

“Are you depressed, take a lollipop,” Black said.

“Hey there,” he said to me.

For the first time ever I laughed. I laughed hard. Maybe Black wasn’t all that bad. Maybe we could end up being friends.

“Hey,” I said more happily this time.

We got to camp and I was ready for a fun time. It was 8:00 and about 20 degrees out. It was freezing. Black and I talked for a good amount of time. He apologized for hitting me on the head and said he’ll try not to do it as much. We then went to bed. It was 30 degrees out. It was freezing. We were about three hours from home up north.

We all made a fort together and it was fun.

“Yahh!” Black was yelling.

I laughed under my breath and throat boy was he stupid. He was cutting up wood and he wasn’t even supposed to because he didn’t have his totin chit. Well, I didn’t even care. We had burgers and dutch apple pie. Yummm.

“Hey, maybe we could hang out sometime,” Black said.

“Maybe,” I said back.

We got up that morning and had bacon and eggs and potatoes. We left pretty early. I will always remember this moment when I became friends with the crazy, stupid kid named Black.