Jonny's+Realistic+Fiction

RING!!! A.J. rushed out of his six grade class, eager to leave. Even though A.J. wasn't bright at rushing in anything, he knew his brother and his twin, D.J., couldn't be humiliated by him between any class. His sporty twin can't make any other excuses but these really feeble ones. "I was practicing a quarterback throw!!!" "I was doing a slide tackle, just like in soccer!!!" "I was just admiring my new lacrosse stick!!" These were excuses he was thinking of when D.J. Mavarkis trudged through the clean, new floored hallways, screeching with a 3 feet mutt dragging him, eager to work out. D.J. whistled, warning A.J. to get out of the way. But when you have a 3 mile runner at your heels, you have one idea:run. A.J. get out of the way!!!"D.J. yelled as he neared the twin. But A.J. knew better. "Bernie, stop. BERN-" was all A.J. could say before he was tackled. " A.J.?? A.J.!!! I'm coming to help!!!"D.J. screamed as he ran like a bull to the motionless A.J. "Dude, you're going to pay on what you did. Second, because of your stupid mistake on your essay they thought I was not related to you!!! We're now in the same homeroom!!!! A.J. screamed. D.J. picked A.J. up and left the hallway, straight into the nurse's office. The comfy bed cushioned A.J.'s muscles, and by the time the nurse went to check on him, he was fast asleep. What?? A.J. thought as he woke up in D.J.'s room, with his Peinguin pajamies. He saw his silent room, where a bunch of report cards hung from the ceiling. "God!!!!" he yelled. "What, D.J.?? Are you hurt??? But when Mom came upstairs, she also gasped. Report cards. The worst time of the year, escpecially in the spring. Now was the time. The two's thoughts were completely not over when D.J. opened the door. the child and the mother ran downstairs, took the backpack, and finally glared at the reports. 'Yes!!!! You finally found an A+, D.J.!!!" mom screamed. "Ummmmm, can I talk to D.J., please??" A.J. asked weakly. " sure!!!" mom responded. As the two twins walked, A.J. said, "you never get away with getting grades, talking in your sleep." "Man, I hate sleep talking and sleep walking!!!"D.J. groaned, which he meant privacy. "You're going to explain it to our homeroom teacher, D.J.,"A.J. tattled. "Am not!!" "Are too!!!!!" That was just the beginning of the A.J. stood there, freaked out from losing rock paper scissors on the way to homeroom. He was the one to explain the mistake about the reports. Matter of life and death. The wrath of Mr. Jolly wasn't even funny. He didn't even live up to his name. "Mr.Jolly?? you got your report card wrong." "Excuse me?? Are you being a wise guy???? Go!!!" He shouted. When he says the g and the o, it means one thing: The wrath of Mrs. Strain. Oh no. the first time he was at the place. the office. He trudged to Mrs.Strain's office with 48 stunned eyes glaring at the superior student. His record of evading the principals was now over. The stunning loss.