“Maybe you should try not being so perfect all the time,” I said. “You can have my carrot sticks, Andrea.”

I love getting Andrea mad. She thinks she knows everything. Whenever we have a homework assignment, she does extra work just to show Miss Daisy how smart she is and to make the rest of us look bad.

“Mr. Klutz told me he’s my pal,” I said, biting off a big piece of the chocolate bar right in front of Andrea’s face. “He said I could come in for a candy bar any time I want one.”

That last part wasn’t exactly true, but it was fun to say anyway.

“The principal should give candy to students who complete their assignments,” Andrea said. “Not to kids who don’t.”

“Yeah,” Emily sniffed. She looked like she might run out of the room crying like she usually does for no reason.

“I want to go to the principal’s office!” my best friend Ryan announced.

“Me too!” Michael agreed. “I want a candy bar!”

They all watched while I finished off the candy. I licked the extra chocolate off my fingers and rubbed my tummy, just to make sure they would know how good it was.

5

My Big Mouth

It just so happens that I know of the perfect way to get sent to the principal’s office. All you have to do is put a tack on the teacher’s chair. My friend Billy told me he did this once and he got sent to the principal’s office.

I waited until recess, when Andrea and Emily ran off to play with the girls. Then I told the plan to my best friend Ryan and Michael.

“That’s genius!” exclaimed my best friend Ryan.

“What if Miss Daisy gets hurt?” asked Michael.

“She won’t get hurt,” I told him. “She’ll jump up so fast that she won’t hardly feel it.”

So at the end of recess, the three of us snuck back into our classroom. It was empty. Miss Daisy was eating in the teacher’s room. Ryan pulled a tack out of the bulletin board and put it on Miss Daisy’s chair. Then we ran out to the playground just as the end-of-recess bell was ringing. When we filed back into the class, Ryan, Michael, and I could barely look at one another because we were afraid we’d burst out laughing. I could hardly wait to see the look on Miss Daisy’s face when she sat on her chair.

Well, when Miss Daisy sat down, the most amazing thing happened.

Nothing! She didn’t jump up or anything. She just sat there. Me and Ryan and Michael looked at one another. How could she not feel that?

“She must have buns of steel!” Ryan whispered.

“She’s like Superman.”