Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Malcolm
My life sucks. It always has and always will. This class is a bunch of freaks. The person on my right was a fat slob with pink hair and no brain. On my right is a fat bully. In front of me is a boy with a rectangle shaped head and green hair. I’m surrounded by freaks.
“Ugh, I was supposed to be in advanced classes. Not with this fat slob.”
“Me too” said the boy in front of me, in a british accent.
“ I’m Ferb, by the way.”
“I’m Malcom.”
Our history teacher was some old guy with a big head. He always called everything by its old-timey names. Like when the girl with long rainbow hair pulled out her cell phone, he said “Ms. Rainicorn, please put up your portable telecaller.” He was also excited about everything.
The fat slob next to me fell asleep. He snored very loudly. A yellow haired boy started dancing around. Pretty soon, paper and spitballs were flying around like flies around manure. The only person not being crazy was Ferb. He was reading a book on reverse engineering.
“Hey, do you have some paper?” asked Ferb. I got him one. He started drawing a blueprint for some contraption. I watched him, because I wanted to know what he was drawing. At some point, he made some mistake. “Ferb, if a gear is there, the whole thing will rotate backwards.”
“Good call.” he said. He made another gear , making the whole thing work.
He then asked me for another piece of paper. He folded it into a bridge over his textbook. It was so elaborate. “Wow, you’re pretty awesome,” I said after he stacked all of his books and pencils on it.
“Thanks. You should see my little brother when he invents.”
This was a fairly interesting class. I might just like it. Well, Ferb is cool.
Oh, by the way, I saw a blue haired chick beating up my brother Reese.