The Cow

Chapter Two: Planning

...then the principal, Ms Gold walked in. Ms Gold is really pretty because she has gorgeous golden hair with hazel eyes and dresses like she's going to a fashion shhot everyday. For example, today she was wearing an emerald green dress with a black belt, a pair of black knee-high boots, her hair in a right-side fishtail braid and some make-up on. Enough to highlight her eyes and cheekbones and everything, but not to much. But now her face was clouded with anger.

"Mrs Beefer, how dare you tried to rap that poor girls knuckles," Ms Gold said, lots of concern in her voice.

"She was disrupting my lesson!" Mrs Beefer said, almost shouting at Ms Gold.

"I was saying we didn't have any English books," I said.

"Yeah, Mrs Beefer told us to get ours out, but as we don't have any, Jaime told Mrs Beefer we didn't have them yet," Chloe chimed in. The rest of the class agreed. Ms Gold has a 3 strikes thing with teachers, and I could tell Mrs Beefer just got her first.

For the next few days, life was a living hell. Makyla now cries at least twice a day, one of my other friends, Chelsea the Chatterbox, has angry red knuckles and everyone is getting really fed up and, as Mrs Beefer says, stupid. "We need to plot revenge," Chloe said, after 1 week of school.

"Yeah, lets maks her get another two strikes," Rebekah added. Chelsea just looked thoughtful.

"I'll need a ruler, a tape recorder, a video camera and Makyla and Chelsea the Chatterbox," Chelsea said finally.

"We can at least get her a second strike," Chloe said.

"I've got a metal ruler at home," I chimed in.

"I got a video camera for Christmas," Rebekah added.

"And I've got a tape recorder," Chloe said.

"Awesome! Bring them to school next week on Wednesday. I'll tell you my plan on Tuesday," Chelsea said. I couldn't wait to get Mrs Beefer another strike. Then the bell rang.