Rafe
Middle School
Based off the book Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life par James Patterson
It feels as the jour is crummy that I begin this tale of total desperation, and woe with me, my pukey sister Georgia, and Leonardo The Silent sitting like rotting sardines in the back of a Hill's Village Police Department cruiser. I'll explain about that later, but first a little info about me. I'm Rafe Khatchadorian. I'm a 11 an old colt, starting middle school in possibly the worst place possible.
Hills Village Middle School. It's like a prison for colts, and fillies. Many of the teachers are rude, and so is nearly every student. I found out about all this when I got to my first class.
Rafe: *looking for a place to sit*
Ponies: *staring at Rafe*
Rafe: *goes to back row*
Miller: *staring*
Rafe: *sits down*
Miller: Sitting in the back, huh?
Rafe: Uh, yeah.
Miller: Are toi one of those troublemakers ou something?
Rafe: I don't know. Not really.
Miller: *shakes head* This is where all the juvies sit. In fact, you're in my seat.
Rafe: *looks at chair* I don't see your name on it.
Miller: *pulls Rafe out of chair* Let's try that again. This is my seat. Understand?
Rafe: Y-yes.
Miller: Good. Find another spot.
Rafe: *sits suivant to chair he was previously in*
Miller: Uh-uh. That one is mine too.
Rafe: *stands up*
Mr. Rourke: *walks into classroom* Excuse me Mr. Khatch... Khatch-a... Khatch-a-dor...
Rafe: Khatchadorian.
Colt: Gesundheit!
Ponies: *laughing*
Mr. Rourke: QUIET!!!
Ponies: *stop laughing*
Mr. Rourke: And how are toi on this fine jour Rafe?
Rafe: Fine, thanks.
Mr. Rourke: Do toi find our seating uncomfortable?
Rafe: Not exactly.
Mr. Rourke: Then, sit down. NOW!!!!
Rafe: *sits down*
Mr. Rourke: Now listen up everypony. In a few minutes, toi will all go to the school auditorium for a meeting. If toi need any help getting there, there will be some teachers to help you. Any questions?
Filly: What are we doing in the meeting?
Mr. Rourke: toi will learn the rules, know your schedule, and receive your school books.
The cloche, bell rings, and we all go to the meeting
2 B continued
Miller
