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Story from 6th Grade!
Topic Started: Dec 21 2008, 03:52 AM (215 Views)
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Okay, so maybe I wasn't the greatest writer. It's still entertaining to look back at my old stories, though. *grins* This one is one of my favorites. I had a strange mind even then...

Lee M.
October 17, 2004
Mr. B's class
My Story

Archie Smith, Boy Wonder

Archie Smith was just an ordinary eight-year-old boy. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and wasn’t a “nerd” or a “popular kid”. His test scores at Driftwood Elementary were just at average. Mrs. Smith was proud of her ordinary son. She thought that this little boy who liked the average things was absolutely original.
The actual truth is that Archie was in all ways very unoriginal. He had gotten in trouble for copying off the other boys, and letting them copy off him. Archie never told his mother about any of his numerable detentions, so she thought that he was a perfect little saint. He was not. Archie battered the girls with all the other boys.
Archie did not know many things. His knowledge of the natural sciences could be compared to the ant’s knowledge of the universe. Archie did not want to learn this kind of thing. He was still learning basic subtraction, and just barely learning multiplication. Being in the second grade, he knew little about space and ancient civilizations. Once someone asked Archie if he had ever been to Stonehenge, and he thought they meant the amusement park ride he had been on the last summer vacation.
Every year, the International Association of Transforming Little Kids into Wonders, or the I.A.T.L.K.I.W, held a meeting deciding which kid would be transformed into a wonder. This year, they were picking the most average kid in the country of Bellgentia. The person that they picked was, amazingly, Archie Smith. The plan for making the kid that they picked to be wonderful was to give them a magical chicken-like bird. The kid was to keep the chicken alive for eight days if the kid was eight years old, six if the kid was six, and so on, and if they did this they would become really smart, athletic, and original. If the kid turned rotten, then his or her greatness would be taken away. The kid who had to have his or her greatness taken away was called a “rotten apricot”. It was the tradition to call the kid that.
When Archie woke up the next morning, there was a strange purple chicken on the end of his bed. Archie thought that he was dreaming at first, but then realized that the purple hen on his bed was real. This must be some joke my mother is playing on me, he thought.
“Mother! Get this stupid, dumb, chicken off my bed!” Archie screeched.
“What chicken, dear?” asked Mrs. Smith. She had no idea of what Archie meant. All she knew was that the chicken was not put there by her. Archie was getting more furious by the second. His mom was playing tricks on him, and he hated when she did that.
“I’m going to school. You get to deal with this... this thing on my bed!” Archie yelled as he charged out the door with a piece of toast.
School at Driftwood Elementary went as usual for Archie. He completed a math assessment that he finished exactly average on, turned in a reading assignment that was late, and got told that he had thirty-five overdue books out from school’s library. None of this mattered to Archie. All that mattered to Archie was playing a video game at Sam’s house after school.
Mrs. Smith was having difficulty with the purple hen. It had pooped all over Archie’s bed, pecked apart his mattress and video game system, and when Mrs. Smith called the police, they thought that it was all a hoax.
Mrs. Smith, after a squabble, got the hen in the old hen house in the back yard. The hen, Mrs. Smith found, was naturally purple. What had Archie been doing, getting hens off the Internet? If so, why in the world would he? Archie had no interest in animals, much less female animals. Besides, hadn’t he thought that she, Mrs. Smith, had put the hen on his bed? Archie was not behaving right, Mrs. Smith finally concluded.
After school Archie went to Sam’s house right away. They tried to break into the house through Sam’s window, after climbing up his maple tree. Archie fell out, and started to cry.
“Cry baby, Cry baby! Boo hoo!” Sam teased.
“I’ll tell on you! My mom will tell your mom, and you will get in big trouble! Maybe she will take away your new video game!” said Archie.
“Tattle Tail! You wouldn’t dare! My mom would not believe you, cry baby!” said Sam. Though he was acting sure of this, he definitely wasn’t. Archie had ratted on him before, and his mother that time had taken away all of his computer games. That was when they were in Kindergarten. They had made up since then, and Sam thought that Archie had changed. Apparently he hasn’t Sam thought. “Apparently” was a new word on his spelling list and he now liked to use it.
Archie then just ran off. This was not at all like Archie to do. Sam was left standing in the maple tree just as his mother came out of the house with a watering can.
“Sam! What in the world do you think your doing! You’re going to kill your self!” yelled Sam’s mother.
The watering can went tumbling to the ground as she ran back inside. When she came back out, she had Sam’s video games in her hands.
“These are going away. I am sick of you fighting to play them all the time. Go do your homework! It had better be done by six-o clock!” angrily yelled Sam’s mother.
This fight between Archie and Sam had given the I.A.T.L.K.I.W some worries, but they still didn’t take away the hen, and Archie’s potential greatness. The I.A.T.L.K.I.W had seen worse little kids, and they had still turned out okay. One kid that had turned out to be wonderful had sat in her room all day, crying over the hen, and what to do with it.
The next few days passed very slowly for Archie. There where many tests for him to do, and on all of them he got average. When the day finally came when he was great, everything went normally. Archie got up, got dressed, and ran out the door with a piece of toast.
At school there was a reading comprehension test on his desk. Archie pulled out his pencil, and started to work on the test. It was easy! Archie had never seen such an easy test! Archie finished the test before everyone else, and then started to read a 567-page book from the library. He knew all the words, including the ones that were on his spelling test later that day.
The people at I.A.T.L.K.I.W were so far pleased with Archie. He was really smart, and in gym he finished first in a relay race. There where a few problems though. Archie liked to brag now. After anything that he had done now, he had to brag. Even in art class, when he produced a copy of one of Monet’s water lily painting with just poster paints, he bragged. The art teacher now had Archie as her teacher pet, which didn’t make her old teacher’s pet too happy. Archie bragged about this painting so much that he lost Sam as his friend. Sam had done a horrible picture while trying to do something like the Monet. Sam was very mad at Archie, and had said that he would never make up again.
Archie, after many straight A’s on spelling tests, was invited to the national spelling bee for the second grade. Archie found this nice to brag about at school. The competition was in May, and the date of the day it was today was April 29th.
The competition was in Marialand, a town that was five miles away from Archie’s home. This was very convenient.
When they got to Marialand, it was raining. Luckily the competition was inside the city hall, and the roof was sound proof. The people Archie had to compete against were sitting at many separate tables. Archie’s name was on an empty table, and he went to it and sat down.
“All competitors will be seated at the desks provided at this time,” said the intercom. Archie was bored, and was happy to begin. The competition was really only like a spelling test, only the words were harder. The competition only lasted fifteen minutes.
When the competition started, Archie went through it like a breeze. These spelling words were easy! All the other kids thought they were easy too, though. This was a definite problem. When the test was over, the announcer called over the winners.
“Barbara Ann is in third place for misspelling tenacity, paleontologist, and anthropologist, Archie Smith is in second place for misspelling zoology, and Martha Maize is in first place, for no misspelled words at all. We thank all of you for competing, now we will start on the third grade words.”
Archie was mad. How dare this girl take his prize! He was going to tell this girl what he thought of her. Archie ran until he caught site of Martha.
“ You and your stupid ribbon! Hope you like your prize all muddy, show off!” yelled Archie as he threw Martha’s ribbon on the ground.
“Look, just because you didn’t win doesn’t mean that you can throw a hissy!” said Martha. “And the ribbon doesn’t matter that much anyway. My auntie is a dry cleaner!”
Archie was disappointed that he didn’t ruin Martha’s ribbon, but the people at I.A.T.L.K.I.W were even more disappointed. Archie had not turned out to be what they had hoped.
“We will be having a vote to see whether or not Archie Smith gets to be great, or not,” said the head of the I.A.T.L.K.I.W.
The decision was made that Archie had misused his greatness. The incident with Martha was the last straw, and the I.A.T.L.K.I.W was not happy. Archie was now a rotten apricot. The purple hen, along with Archie’s greatness, was to be taken away.
Archie’s mother was also not happy about Archie being so mean to Martha. Some of Archie’s privileges were taken away, and he had to go to bed a whole lot earlier than what he liked to.
That night, some members of the I.A.T.L.K.I.W decided to go to Archie’s house. They collected the squawking purple hen from the old hen house, and then went up to Archie’s room.
A tiny voice asked “Is this the one?” as they stared at Archie. He had just fallen a sleep, but was careless as ever and forgot to close the window. The I.A.T.L.K.I.W decided that they would leave a note explaining about Archie. When Archie’s mother found it however, she ripped it up, thinking Archie was playing tricks on her. She would never know why Archie had acted so strangely. Archie would also never know. All that he had learned from this whole experience was that going to spelling bees was not a good idea.








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