2 Ch2-Big Trouble

Chapter 2 Big Trouble "That's the last straw, A.J.," my teacher, Miss Daisy, told me. "I want you to go to the principal's office!" "I didn't do anything!" I protested. My name is A.J. and I hate school. Why do we have to learn so much stuff? If you ask me, by the time you get to second

grade you already know enough stuff to last you a lifetime. School is way overrated. My mom says that all eight-year-old boys have to go to school, so I guess there's nothing I can do about it. But when I grow up, I'm going to be a profes- sional hockey player. You don't have to

know how to read or write or do math to shoot a puck into a net. Actually, that's what I was doing when my teacher, Miss Daisy, sent me to the principal's office. You see, me and my friends Michael and Ryan were playing hockey with a tennis ball during recess. We were shoot- ing the ball at a tree to score a goal. I shot one wild, and it landed over by a bunch of girls in our class. "Ouch! That hit me!" shouted this girl named Annette. She was rubbing her leg like she had been hit by a train or some- thing. It was just a tennis ball! Annette is such a crybaby.

"Hey, A.J.!" Michael hollered. "That counts as a goal!" "How come?" I asked. "I missed the tree." "Well, you did hit the puck into Annette. Get it? Annette? A net? Annette?" Well, after me and Ryan got it, we thought that was just about the funniest joke in the his- tory of the world. Miss Daisy didn't think it was very funny, though. She was already mad at me because I had forgotten to bring in a current-event article for the third week in a row. That's when she said it was the last straw and I had to go to Mr. Klutz's office.