The Almost Perfect Year

The Almost Perfect Year
Chapter1

Authors Note: This is my short story for language arts there are three chapters

It was the second last day of school and Alex couldn’t believe it. He had had a great year of school. He had been named the captain of both the basketball and baseball team. Additionally he was also the only freshman to make the soccer team and start as well. Also to his surprise he has gotten through the year so far scot-free in the classrooms and had a good chance of it finishing the year that way and quite possibly on the honor roll. Or so he thought.

With a few minutes left in his last class Ms. Watson -- the much hated language arts teacher -- gave the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters. Instantly the class groaned.

“Do you want it to be fifteen pages?” Ms. Watson asked the class quickly silenced themselves. “That’s better,” Ms. Watson said, “Oh and it’s all due tomorrow unless you want to see me in summer school.”

“Can we state why plaid shirts are better than striped sweaters?” Alex’s classmate asked.

“No!” Ms. Watson yelled as if annoyed by the question

On the bus ride home Alex and Tom his best friend talked about how they hated Ms. Watson.

“This time she went too far,” Tom stated. “Is she insane? How are we supposed to finish a twelve page essay on sweaters?”

“I don't know,” I said, “do you think she’s actually trying to make us better writers or torture us until were insane just like her?”

“Well I'm not going to do it because there’s no way I can finish this,” Tom said.

“Me either so what do you want to do when we get home??”

“Well I would like to shoot some hoops with you, but I can’t. I have to go out to dinner with my grandparents.”

“Ok your loss,” Alex said. “Well it’s my stop I’ll see you tomorrow. “

“Bye,” Tom said.

When Alex got off the bus he didn’t even try to start the essay, Instead he changed into his athletic shorts and shirt and shot a hundred free throws. After this he practiced driving to the hoop and some pull up jumpers. Next he hit a bucket of balls and then threw the bucket of balls from a farther distance away to substitute long toss with a partner to improve arm strength. After this he ran two miles then followed this by practicing his dribbling for both soccer and basketball. After that he finally finished his workout by doing sprints.

After his workout he went inside and watched some TV while is mom made dinner. During dinner he told his mom that the horrid Ms. Watson had given the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters and how he wasn’t planning on even attempting on it. The first thing his mom said was, “That’s absurd. Plaid sweaters are definitely better than striped ones. Second of all, you are going to attempt it. You will not sleep until it is perfected to my approval.”

All in a Nights Hard Work
Chapter 2



While Alex was pushing his peas around his plate, he started to plan out how he was going to take down this monster of an assignment. He was thinking about trying to ask his siblings for which type of sweater they preferred and to make a big graph or something to take up space on page six and a couple pictures of plaid and striped sweaters for page one and three, but he knew in order to find enough words to write about sweaters he would need to do some research.

“May I be excused? I have to write my essay,” Alex said.

“Yes. Remember to put your dishes in the dishwasher,” said his mom.

“I will,” Alex said.

So Alex walked to the dishwasher and put his dishes in. Next he walked upstairs to the computer. He started by looking up striped sweaters at sweaters.com. He found out that striped sweaters are more comfortable because the color design is less complex therefore there is less dye color switch rubbing. Also he found out that people who wear plaid sweaters get more rashes.

Next he looked up plaid sweaters at ipsa.com (ipsa stands for international plaid sweaters association). He found out that more celebrities wore plaid sweaters. Also more plaid sweaters were bought last year than striped sweaters.

And then there was a knock at the door.

His mom then asked, “How’s it going?”

“Ok I guess,” he responded back.

His mom then asked, “Are you almost done?”

“Not even close. I haven’t started actually writing it.”

“You better hurry up,” she then responded back.

“I will, I will,” he said

After that he started to type and type for eleven and a half hours straight and when he stopped he couldn’t believe he did it but he did. He finished the horrid twelve page essay on sweaters. He quickly stapled it together and jumped in bed.




The Turn in
Chapter 3

Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!!

“Time For school,” His mom hollered from down the hall.

“But I just went to bed!” Said Alex

With his complaint Alex got out of bed. Took off his sleep wear and put on a plaid shirt, as if to mock Ms. Watson’s hate for them.

Right as he got his pants on his mom called up from the kitchen,” Breakfasts ready”

Ah the one thing he could look forward to, breakfast. As he walked down the stairs he could smell the bacon and the chocolate in the chocolate chip pancakes. Right when he reached the table he grabbed a piece of bacon and two pancakes and shoved them in a plastic bag to eat on the bus.

“Did you finish your report?” His mom asked

“Ya, I did”, He replied

“Make sure it’s in your backpack so you don't forget it.”, his mom said

“I will”, he said.

“Good, now hurry up. You’re going to be late” His mom said

“I will I will” he said

With that he was out the door. After he exited his house he walked out of his garage and then down the sidewalk to the bus stop. To his surprise Tom wasn’t there. Since Tom wasn’t there he had on one to talk to. Because he had no one to talk to he waited for the bus by himself .and then got on and sat down by himself. Then he ate his pancakes and bacon. When he finished his food he looked out the window till the bus arrived at school. When he got there all of his classes went well, doing your average last day of school stuff. After lunch he wondered how many people would have to go to summer school. Probably everyone but him he thought.

When he finally got to language arts Ms Watson was already making a list of people that were going to be in summer school with her. When Alex grabbed his report and started to walk her way to turn it in.

Right before he got to her she stopped him and asked, “What that is in your hands?”

“My report” he said

“Are you dumb or stupid? If you checked my language arts website like you are supposed to every day you would have noticed that you need to turn this in in a three ring binder, not stapled together all sloppily”

“Come on Ms. Watson” Alex complained.

“There’s not much I can do for you here Alex. Looks like I’ll see you in summer school Alex.” Ms Watson said


The End