Comedy 101

Chapter 1: Leo Price

I. Hate. Jamal. Woods.

What makes him think he's better than me? I'm obviously funnier...at least, I think I am. But I see comedy different than most people. I see it as kind of a science. Not an excuse to act like an idiot. To me, REAL comedy is witty, thought out, and occasionally sarcastic. To me, REAL comedy is NOT just Jamal Woods pulling his cheeks out as far as he can, sticking his teeth out, opening his eyes super wide, and mumbling gibberish...although the class seems to think it's gold.

I'm Leo, by the way. Leo Price. I'm about the average height for a 6th grader, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I go to the Owasso Oklahoma 6th Grade Center and I'm in Mrs. Patterson's homeroom (Social Studies. Ugh.) with my best friends Talia Walker and Logan Cash. Yep, you heard me. Cash and Price. We formed the Million Dollar Corporation back in 2nd Grade. (My dad suggested the name. He said it was the name of an old pro wrestling group.)

Logan is extraordinarily tall. He's already 5' 6" and he's three months younger than me! He has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and possesses a quality that the girls all call "hotness". Must be the freckles. Or the dimples. Or both. He's not exactly an all A's student though. But he's a good comedy partner and he is one of the only people on this planet that can make ME bust a gut.

Talia is a little shorter than me, with long, brunette hair, brown eyes, and and glasses. Every guy in school has a crush on her. She has an awesome laugh, by the way, and thankfully I get to hear it often. She's got straight A's and is in all advanced classes. Talia is also our class president and she does her job very well.

Anyway, Jamal Woods is also in our homeroom. He is my height, dark skin, dark, curly hair, dark eyes, and is the class clown. To everybody but the Million Dollar Corporation and the class president. As I said before, I don't think his definition of funny is the same as mine. He thinks funny is just making dumb faces, making dumb noises, and tackling people. Most 6th grade boys do. But they're wrong.

You might be wondering why I have such a big issue with Jamal. To be honest, I kind of am too. We just don't like each other. One of those things, you know? Me no like him, he no like me.

Scratch that.

I remember.

It's kind of a long story, but I guess you have time, so here it is.