Middle School: Worst Years of My Life

Chapter 4

*8 weeks to BL.A.A.R.*

Jamie and I spend the whole night setting up our first rule breaking mission and of course ... I mean my mom didn't know that we snuck out so I can't just bust through the front door so my only option is through the living room window which is next to the kitchen. Okay first attempt to get inside fail 'cause papers are now stuck on my hand and shoe and some pieces of sticky notes on my back. Well after I took every piece of paper off of me my mom saw me.

Their mom: Hi!

Jack: Hi, mom.

Their mom: Uh... look at you. You're all dressed and ready for school. What's going on?

Jack: Uh, I'm just excited to get to school early.

Their mom: Really?

Jack: Yeah. Of course.

I can't believe she bought it, whooo I'm saved...

Their mom: There's something sticking on your shoe.

Huh? When I looked down, it's a newspaper... well at least she didn't suspect a thing. Well I'm off the hook.

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*at school*

Principal Pitch's POV:

(I know shocking right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

As I enter my office I was shock... why on earth is my office covered with bright colored paper.

Principal Pitch: What is this? What is this? No. No.

VP Gothel: Oh, wow.

Principal Pitch: Hey, Gus. Gus!

Gus: Yes? *shocked as well* whoever did this was committed to their art.

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VP Gothel's POV:

(Even more shocking HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm so stupid)

As I walk through the halls... everything was covered with sticky notes. This is against rule number 11, No loitering in the halls.

VP Gothel: Get to class.

This is all wrong.

VP Gothel: This is not a gallery and that's not art. Move it.

Rapunzel: "Rules aren't for everyone"

(Go mommy Rapunzel!!!)

Excuse me?

VP Gothel: What did you just say?

When I turned around a large canvas... okay... it's time to get serious.

VP Gothel: "Rules aren't for everyone."

Rule number 11, "no loitering" move it, people.

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*at remedial class*

Well 1 rule down.

Hiccup: Hey Hans! *up for a high five*

Hans: Hey! *knocks down all of Hiccup's books*

What a jerk.

Hans: What are you staring at Frost Boi?

Jack: Nothing.

What a...

Hans: *kicks Jack's chair* Uh-oh. You know what that is? That's the kickter scale, and it's acting up.