The Day My Imagination Ran Wild

The 7th graders are coming

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Most people think the scariest year of middle school is 6th grade.

Wrong.

Its 8th.
And not just because the insane amounts of homework, also because 6th and 7th graders are scary.

There are so many of them.

They are crazy.

They think that they know more stuff than they actually do.

And worst of all
We
Will
NEVER
Know
What
They
Are
Thinking
Or
How
Others
Deal
With
Them.
(No offense to any 6th or 7th graders. I was that age too.)
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Math is a stressful class. I thought as I walked out of my first period math class. The bell had rang which was weird considering I didn't see anyone else in the halls besides my classmates. I had almost reached the corner of the hall way when me and my friend Nicole collided. We both fell to the ground with a hard thud.
She looked at me with a panicked expression them shot up from the ground. She grabbed my wrist and basically pulled me back down the hall.

"What are you doing and where are you taking me?!" I yelled.

"Hurry! We have to get to the math class!"

Without saying another word we ran into the math classroom and she slammed and locked the door.

"What the heck?!" I screamed at her. Only then did I notice that my teacher and classmate were huddled in the corner behind a pile of desks.
"Ok does some one want to explain to me what's going on right now?!"

They all shushed me as we joined the group huddled behind the desks. The Nicole whispered to me in a hushed tone. "Hey listen all the 6th and 7th graders are mindless zombies."

"Yeah what else is new?" I replied sarcastically.

"No they are actual mindless zombies." She told me.

"Alright well how do we defeat them?" I questioned.

"We could wait tell school ends and see if they go home," one kid suggested.

"No that'll take to long... Let's see what are they most scared of?"

"Us?"
"Silence?"
"The voices in their heads?"
"Themselves?"
"The inevitability of death?"
"Guns?"

"No no no
I'm thinking something scarier. Something that makes them cry out in the middle of the night. Something that drives them completely insane...
I've got it!"
I ran around the classroom grabbing pencils and paper for everyone. Then I told then to right down impossible equations with are many fractions as possible.

Once we were done I heard it. The stomping noises and loud chatter that could only mean one thing. They were here.

We grabbed our papers and marched in to the hall ways were they had yet to arrive.
You could hear them though. They were very close.
Once I saw the first little sixth grader I yelled, "CHARGE!!!"
And we ran at them with the most difficult math problems we could conjure up.

When the battle field finally cleared all that could be seen was young middle schoolers rocking themselves back and forth scared of the horrors they had seen and victorious looking 8th graders.

Later we realized that nothing was wrong with the 6/7th graders and we over reacted.
We also scarred multiple children who now never want to do advanced 8th grade math.

That you for reading this random story that o came up with while walking threw the hall way. Bye-bye!