I entered the school Thursday morning to find that all the floors had been covered in a coat of grease. B Side's doing.
Jessica was not happy.
"I'd thought B Side wasn't going to take part," she said. "That would've made it so much easier to win."
"Exactly how would we win this war?" asked Danny.
"We'll know," answered Jessica. "And yes, we absolutely will win this War."
"Why? Because we throw awesome parties?" I said sarcastically.
"Clam it, JK," she said.
We had to stay in our classrooms for an hour and fifteen minutes while the oil was being cleaned up. It took even longer because they had to scrub off the lockers, which had been greased so it would make it hard for us to open them. To entertain ourselves, Thomas, Ryan and I ripped up pieces of Kleenex, swabbed them in the oil from the hallways, and threw them up so they stuck to the ceiling. Until we got caught, that is, when the tissue started to fall off and land on people.
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The Seventh Grade Wars
Teen FictionJunior High is a big enough change for anyone. Especially for three kids who are just coming into the seventh grade. Cricket Lorell, who is afraid she's going to lose her best friend to a girl who she thinks of as a nerd. JK, who's desperate to esca...
