Tales of the Smarty Pants

Chapter Two: The Great Debate

Chapter two: The Great Debate

As i was walking through the hallway going to Calculus, I saw Beedy walking with Frank. I went over to join them.

"Hey guys, whats up?" I said.

"Nothing, whats up with you?" said Beedy.

"Same. So are you going to history club today?" I said. 

"No, I have to go to a tutoring session." said Beedy.

"YOU HAVE A TUTOR?!" Frank and I screamed in unison.

"No, no, I tutor other people. I wouldn't need a tutor even if I was an idiot." said Beedy.

"Oh, that's cool, I guess." said Frank.

"How often do you tutor people?" I asked.

"Not very often. Once, maybe twice a week. I don't mean to brag but every student I tutor has a B average or better." said Beedy.

"Surrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee, don't mean to brag do you." I said. 

"Hey, i'm just saying." said Beedy.

"Well, I gotta go now, sorry about history club Beedy. Bye." I said. 

"Bye." said Frank and Beedy.

Finally, on my own. Time for Calculus, my favorite class of the day.

"And that's how it's done class." said Ms. Irvin. 

"Finally, I'm outta here." said Byron.

Byron is a senior jock. He's a complete idiot and is failing this class. He never turns in any work, but somehow got a full scholarship to Wisconsin. It's for football of course but still. 

"Byron, shut up. We all know that the only reason you're still in this class is beacause your mother is the vice principal." said Lyra.

"Really Lyra? That's ironic coming from you." said Byron. 

"Byron, do you even know what ironic means because last time I checked, I have straight A's and no family members that work here." said Lyra.

Byron flushed. He went from sand colored to cherry in an instant. It was about time someone shut him up though. No one expected Lyra but someone had to do it.

As I was walking to third hour, I passed Al. No one really likes Al very much except Frank, Beedy and me. We are all one big nerd circle. I walked over to say hi.

"Hey Al, I didn't see you in Calculus today. Do you need the assignment?" I asked.

"No, I got moved to Pre- Calculus because I was getting a B+ in Calculus. My parents mad me. I'm ashamed in myself." he said in a sad tone.

"Oh, i'm sorry. Wanna come over later and talk about Pre- Calculus? I just got a new videogame. It's multi-player!" I asked in an excited tone.

"Sure, why not? Are Frank and Beedy going to be there?" he asked.

"Of course! Why wouldn't they be there! But first I have history club and some Physics homework I need to finish. How about seven?" I asked.

"Sure, sounds great. I'll be there at seven." he said. 

He sounds dissapointed or depressed. I don't know. I've never been very good at reading between the lines. Speaking of reading I have to go! The bell's about to ring!

"Beautiful isn't it? Shel Silverstien is a magnificent poet, isn't he class?" said Mr. Dopenstien.

"Sure." said the class in unison.

"Ok, class dismissed when the bell rings, oh and Melissa, come here please." said Mr. Dopenstien.

Oh shoot, what did I do? I haven't done anything wrong, have I? Come to think of it, I don't do anything at all. 

I slowly got up, out of my desk. Act casual I think to myself, teachers can smell fear. 

"Mr. Dopenstien, is there a problem?" ? I asked in a serious but slightly wobbly voice. 

"Yes, yes there is Melissa." he said in a tone of voice that I couldn't read. 

Shoot, I have an A+ in this class and in all of the other classes. What did I do?! Nevermind, maybe he's just being sarcastic.

My mind is racing with possibilities. Time seems to slow as I brace for the worst. Detention. I've never been in trouble. Ever. If I get in trouble now, what will I become? A hoodlum? A criminal? No. I will not sink to that level. Suddenly, he started to speak. 

"Melissa you're in trouble beacause you're not on the speech team!" he said with a chuckle.

Really, the speech team?! I'm not a drama geek, i'm a math nerd and trust me, there is a HUGE difference. 

"Oh, wow. I don't have time for anymore clubs. I'm already in three of them." I said.

"Really? Which ones?" he asked with genuine curiosity. 

"Well, the math league, robatics club and history club and i'm president of all of them I said.

"Oh, if that doesn't scream nerd, I don't know what does! Ha ha, that's hilarious!" he said while laughing. 

I almost felt ashamed. Stupid, stupid me. Why didn't I just say I was into sports? Why didn't I just lie? Why am I beginning to be ashamed of myself?