“Thanks,” said Dameon.
“Okay, class,” said Mrs. Jewls. “So that we have no more mix-ups, I want everybody to write his name on his pencil.”
Dameon spent the rest of the day trying to write his name on his pencil.
Dameon’s pencil couldn’t write on itself. It was just like his beautiful hazel eyes with the black dots in the middle. They could see everything except themselves.
? Sideways Stories from Wayside School ?
25
Jenny
Jenny came to school on the back of her father’s motorcycle. She was late. Wayside School began at nine o’clock. It was almost nine-thirty. She kissed her father good-bye and raced up the thirty flights of stairs to Mrs. Jewls’s room.
“I’m sorry I’m late, Mrs. Jewls, but my father’s motorcycle lost a…” There was nobody there. The room was empty.
“Hello, hello,” she cried. “Mrs. Jewls, Dana, Todd, anyone?”
There was no one in the room.
“Maybe I’m early,” Jenny thought. She looked up at the clock. It was exactly nine-thirty.
“Oh, I hope they didn’t go on a field trip without me.” She looked out the window. Nobody was there, not even Louis.
Jenny didn’t know what to do. She sat down at her desk. She watched the second hand go around on the clock. “I might as well catch up on my spelling,” she thought. She opened her desk and took out her speller.
M-U-D spells mud.
“Where is everybody?”
B-L-O-O-D spells blood.
“I hope nothing happened to them.”
B-L-A-C-K spells black.
Jenny heard footsteps coming down the hall. She began to work very fast.
H-A-C-K spells hack. S-M-A-C-K spells smack. Someone opened the door. Jenny turned around. “Ack!” she gasped.
He was a man Jenny had never seen before. He had a black mustache and a matching attaché case.
Jenny jumped out of her seat.
“Get back in your seat,” the man said.
Jenny slowly sat down.
The man walked over and sat down in Dana’s seat, facing Jenny. He opened his attaché case and removed some papers.
“What is your name?” he asked her.
“Jenny,” J
enny whispered.
“Jenny?” the man repeated as if he didn’t believe her.