6 Ch6-Ryan and Michael Go to the Nurse

Chapter 6 Ryan and Michael Go to the Nurse Luckily, nobody in our class had head lice or headlights. But the next day Ryan and Michael sounded horribly sick. "Cough, cough, cough," coughed Ryan. Michael made weird nose noises and held his neck with both hands. "Is something the matter, boys?" asked Miss Daisy.

"I have a sore throat," said Michael. "Me too," said Ryan, coughing some more, "and a tummy ache. May I go to the nurse's office?" Miss Daisy looked at them for a minute, like she wasn't sure if she believed them. "Well, okay," she

said. Then she called Mrs. Cooney to tell her Ryan and Michael were on their way. "So long, sucker!" Ryan whispered to me as he was leaving. "Have fun learning about vowels." Miss Daisy told us about vowels and consonants. Consonants are all the letters that aren't vowels. They should be called un-vowels or anti-vowels, if you ask me. "How come y is sometimes a vowel and sometimes a consonant?" I asked Miss Daisy. "I have no idea," she said. Miss Daisy doesn't know anything about anything. When Michael and Ryan finally came back to class, it was time for lunch. We

found our usual table in the vomitorium. "Mrs. Cooney is weird!" said Michael. "You can say that again!" said Ryan. Michael said that when he told Mrs. Cooney he had a sore throat! She didn't give him cough medicine or take his tem- perature or anything. She had him stand in a big cardboard box and try to wiggle his ears. "How would that cure a sore throat?" I asked. "Beats me," said Michael. Ryan said that when he told Mrs. Cooney he had a tummy ache, she had him bounce a balloon on his head while he tried to sing the ABC song backward.

"How would that cure a tummy ache?" I asked. "Beats me," said Ryan. "Then she had me do push-ups on bubble wrap," Michael said. "Then she had me solve math prob- lems while I was doing jumping jacks," said Ryan.

"Then she put an ice pack on my head," Michael said. "Only she ran out of ice packs, so she put a bag of frozen peas and carrots on my head." "So did it work?" I asked. "Did what work?" Michael asked "All that stuff Mrs. Cooney had you do," I said. "Did it make you feel better?" "We weren't really sick, dumbhead!"