It had been five days since we brought the little dog home and totally freaked out my mom, but it was worth it. She said it was our responsibility and she wouldn't help, at all. We named it Pingo. We went to an animal specialist and she said that little Pingo was a girl. She was the smallest little ball of energy we've ever seen. Elizabeth would come over everyday and play with Pingo. We bought chew toys and treats and so many beef flavored stuff, our house smelled like a beef pot pie. By the first two days, she managed to chew up one of her stuffed animals, so we stitched it up. After another day, she ripped it up, again. We sewed it up. I was pretty much totally caught up on Pingo, I barely had time to report anything. I would always have to rush home to feed Pingo, or to wash Pingo. Pingo this, Pingo that.
After five days, I finally got a chance to report something interesting. Someone was leaving candy all over the floor for people to take and eat. They didn't say who it was from or why it was given. I figured that since Valentine's Day was two weeks away, this person wanted to be early. Even though graffiti still lingered on the lockers, we all dropped that situation and rushed to get as much candy as possible. Even I got a bag full of candy. Even though this was the best thing that ever happened, I would have to report to Mr. Simms. He would have a "talk" with the person responsible and give them a week of detention, the usual. The problem was, I would get in trouble if I told Mr. Simms and banished free candy. If I didn't tell and Mr. Simms found out, I would get two weeks detention. I had no choice but to tell him. I lazily walked over to the office when I heard a familiar noise. Bark! Yap! I looked out the window to see Pingo waiting for me to get out of school. I hurried on to the office when someone slapped me on the back.
"Don't do this, dude. Leave us to be with our candy." A low but shaky voice said.
"Dylan?" Dylan was Bianca's boyfriend and they hung out a lot, at our house.
Suddenly a group had formed. Not many people did that. Correction, no one does that. They're all afraid I'll tell Mr. Simms.
"Uh..." That was the smartest thing I could come up with. "I won't tell him, but I will ask the janitors to be ready. Get as much candy as you can right now and I'll ask the janitors to keep the candy for you, ok?"
Out of nowhere, everyone started to cheer and clap. They all swept the halls for more free candy. Mr. Simms heard the commotion and walked toward the "candy hall". Suddenly, the school went quiet. Everybody looked up from their mounds of sweets and stared at Mr. Simms. A chill went through my body. Whatever happens at school that Mr. Simms doesn't know about, I'm blamed. What's gonna happen now? I thought. I couldn't just leave my fellow students to suffer, and I never looked forward to detention. Mr. Simms voice boomed in the halls.
"Who is responsible for this?!" He yelled.
Uh oh.
"Step up if you are responsible for this candy!" He demanded.
"I am." A voice broke the silence of the crowd, or shall I say, mob.
A small voice quivered from the back of the crowd. A girl, whom I did not recognize, stepped up. She was probably only in 5th grade. We had no idea what she was doing here is high school when she was like 6 years younger. I pulled her from the crowd.
"Why did you leave mounds of candy?" I asked.
"I thought that only my brother, Dylan, would pick it up." She replied innocently, her voice still quivering.
"You're Dylan's little sister?"
"Uh huh."
"This girl is Dylan Michael's little sister! She left the candy for him!" I raised my voice so everyone could here.
"Why did you leave so much candy?" Mr. Simms bellowed.
"Because I thought that if Dylan didn't say anything about candy at school, he didn't get any. So I gave him more!" She replied in a 10-year old fashion.
"Hmph. Case cleared. Move out! Back to your lockers!" Mr. Simms sighed and looked at me as if I had robbed a bank or murdered someone.
I ran to the front doors to meet Pingo, who was waiting patiently at the door. She looked happy to see me, but I wasn't sure what to do. Mr. Simms was very likely to give me some form of punishment. He knew I knew of this and he would never let me explain. I hooked Pingo's leash on his collar and we set off for home. Elizabeth ran up to me and said, "Don't worry. Mr. Simms will let you explain." Even that didn't help. We went over to the soccer fields to run with Pingo, but none of us were in the mood. I halted at the sight of something horrible. A man and a woman, trying to kill each other.
"Hey! Whoa! What are you doing?!" I yelled, to no avail.
"It's a movie rehearsal, sweet cheeks. Jee..." The man yelled.
"What's this movie about?" I said as I stepped closer. I noticed a thing around the mans neck. It was an orange piece of paper. I caught a glimpse of the words and it said "Rehearsal Pass. November 3rd. James McKinley."
"None of your business. You'll see when in gets in the theaters." He snapped.
The lady was just standing there, looking at her perfectly manicured nails. Her face was covered in makeup and her hair was a mop of mouse-brown. I thought I had seen this person before somewhere, but I couldn't remember. The lady paid no attention to me or Elizabeth, but she kept stealing glances at Pingo.
"Who's this?" I asked James. I pointed at the lady and she looked up.
"Mom?!" I exclaimed.
"Karen?" My mom had never looked like this before. I didn't even know that she was in a movie! "What a surprise! I see your walking, er, Pingo. Is Pingo the name? Yes yes. I thought it was Pingo. Uh, I'm just auditioning for the part of the lady in the movie..."
"Don't say the name, sweet cheeks." The man said. "Bad for the biz."
"Oh. Um. Of course!" She tried to sound convincing, but I saw doubt.
"What are you doing in a movie?" I asked.
"Um. Dad said it would be fun. This isn't a major movie."
"Sweet cheeks! It's going to be a major movie, it's just not yet! Don't even say that, OK?" Said James.
After they had a long talk about fame and popularity, I walked away. Elizabeth, Pingo, and I all walked to the ice cream parlor to have a snack. My mom, in a movie? No way. My mom in a movie with killing and violence? Out of the question. I was surprised, but I knew she always loved the media. The first, last (at least I thought), and the only time she was interviewed, she freaked out. Like, mega freaked out. When I asked how it went, she screamed and turned on the TV. I was all like, "Er... OK?" I thought she was going to have a heart attack or something. When we watched her on TV, she looked all jittery, both when she was watching and during the interview. Why was she interviewed, you might ask. She is the author of a pretty good book, Physics From A Fifth Grader. It wasn't necessarily a famous book, but most people that knew us had read it and recommended it to people. It didn't really spread like it was supposed to, but it was good enough. The TV guy called my mom and asked if she wanted to be on "The Rodney Roner Show". The moment that he asked, she jumped around screaming, "TELEVISION! I'M GOING TO BE ON TELEVISION! WOO HOO!". Moms usually don't do that, for your information. And now, a movie? I don't think she even graduated from Barney, let alone a minor movie. Anyways, we left from the ice cream parlor after we got our share of sweets and headed toward Elizabeth's apartment. Even thought her parents didn't like dogs, we brought Pingo in anyways. All her parents did was avoid Pingo and keep at least 10 feet away, which isn't easy in a New York apartment. We went into her perfectly neat room and sat on her perfectly neat bed next to her perfectly neat desk by her perfectly neat windows, and you get the point. Since it was "no homework week", we went right into leisure time. First, we petted Pingo so much, his fur was ruffled. Pingo hair stuck onto our fingers and we had to wash them off, not the most fun thing to do. Out of nowhere, hippie music blared from the perfect living room. We had to close the door and block our ears for a whole 30 minutes. Not the best thing to do to waste your time. Next, we turned on Taylor Swift's loudest song, "Picture To Burn" and had a volume competition with the hippies. I could almost imagine the neighbors walking in and crushing Elizabeth's MP3 player.
"Oh, so you want to tussle?!" Screamed Elizabeth's mom, Mrs. Bell.
"Er, Mrs. Bell, I don't think tussle is the right word." I replied to her crazy challenge.
Then, we put on "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood. That song's video is mega destructive because all the buildings blow up, so we thought it was good for the cause. Then, her parents blared some music about war and how war is stupid and stuff like that. I really don't think that came close to a building-destroying song.
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That's all i can type right now! SORRY!
