Don't Fail Fellcon Figglehead

By Joseph

“Fellcon! Fellcon!" "What?" I muttered, as the teacher glared down at me. "It's time to give me your test," Ms. Woodwick snarled. I gulped, as she stared at my blank test paper. "Your test paper is blank, Fellcon. You were daydreaming again, and YOU ARE NOT allowed," she yelled. "Y-e-e-s-s m-i-i-s-s-s," I muttered. "Single detention for failing again, double detention for DOING it again, and triple detention because I'm a mean teacher, starting . . .right about NOW! Go!" she corrected. "Yes miss," I said proudly as she pointed at the door. But she timed it wrong! Today was early dismissal so . . . "R-R-I-I-N-N-G-G," the bell rang! "Yeah!" I thought. When I got home, I did the following: I got out my homework, recycled it, and played video games.

The next day was my favorite day because I had Technology. Ms. Woodwick reminded me that I owed her detention. I tried to explain that I did not like to study but she would not listen to me. My teacher told me that I needed to do more than just say I was going to study. I actually needed to open a book! I tried to distract her by pointing to an object behind her. She looked and I tried to make a quick getaway.

At detention, I read a book ... you know a thing called reading! "Wow, this was actually fun and interesting," I thought. When I got home, I studied and read an encyclopedia. I got tired and fell asleep. My mom woke me the next morning by hollering at me to get up! The next day, the following happened: test (failed), detention, loads of homework (I mean LOADS.)

When I was almost finished with my homework . . . "Fellcon, your teacher . . ." my mom said. "What's half of 50%?" I interrupted. "You get downstairs right now, Fellcon Figglehead! Your teacher is on the phone, and she wants to talk to you," my mom said. "Hello, this is Figglehead," I said nervously. "Hello Fellcon, there's a test on Monday, and I want you to do your best." I told my teacher that I was going back to do my homework to study for the Monday test.

On Monday when I got to school, I took the Monday test. Later in the day when I was at recess, my teacher graded my paper. She found me on the playground. "Fellcon, I would like to have you come with me to the classroom," Ms. Woodwick stated. I stood nervously staring at her. I followed her up the steps, into the classroom and into her office. She told me that I got the test almost completely correct. I thanked her for helping me learn to study. And from that day on, for every test, I always tried my hardest.