2. “Fellcon! Fellcon!" "What?" I muttered, as the teacher glared down at me.
"It's time to give me your test," Ms. Woodwick snarled. I gulped, as she stared at my blank test paper.
"Your test paper is blank, Fellcon. You were daydreaming again, and YOU ARE NOT allowed," she
yelled. "Y-e-e-s-s m-i-i-s-s-s," I muttered. "Single detention for failing again, double detention for DOING
it again, and triple detention because I'm a mean teacher, starting . . .right about NOW! Go!" she
corrected. "Yes miss," I said proudly as she pointed at the door. But she timed it wrong! Today was early
dismissal so . . .
"R-R-I-I-N-N-G-G," the bell rang! "Yeah!" I thought. When I got home, I did the following: I got out my
homework, recycled it, and played video games.
3. The next day was my favorite day because I had Technology. Ms. Woodwick reminded me that I
owed her detention. I tried to explain that I did not like to study but she would not listen to me. My
teacher told me that I needed to do more than just say I was going to study. I actually needed to open
a book! I tried to distract her by pointing to an object behind her. She looked and I tried to make a
quick getaway.
4. At detention, I read a book ... you know a thing called reading! "Wow, this was actually fun and
interesting," I thought. When I got home, I studied and read an encyclopedia. I got tired and fell
asleep. My mom woke me the next morning by hollering at me to get up! The next day, the following
happened: test (failed), detention, loads of homework (I mean LOADS.)
5. When I was almost finished with my homework . . .
"Fellcon, your teacher . . ." my mom said.
"What's half of 50%?" I interrupted.
"You get downstairs right now, Fellcon Figglehead! Your teacher is on the phone, and she wants
to talk to you," my mom said.
"Hello, this is Figglehead," I said nervously.
"Hello Fellcon, there's a test on Monday, and I want you to do your best."
I told my teacher that I was going back to do my homework to study for the Monday test.
6. On Monday when I got to school, I took the Monday test. Later in the day when I was at recess, my
teacher graded my paper. She found me on the playground.
"Fellcon, I would like to have you come with me to the classroom," Ms. Woodwick stated.
I stood nervously staring at her. I followed her up the steps, into the classroom and into her office. She
told me that I got the test almost completely correct. I thanked her for helping me learn to study. And
from that day on, for every test, I always tried my hardest.
