1. Bummer after the Summer

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1 Bummer after the Summer My name is A.J., and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about Oreos. Because that's what I'm thinking about. Oreos are my favorite cookie. How do they get that yummy cream filling inside each one so perfectly? Do they have machines to do that? Or is some guy sitting in a factory squirting the cream into

every single Oreo? Man, that guy must be tired at the end of the day! I wouldn't want to grow up and become an Oreo squirter, that's for sure. My point is: third grade is finally over and I have to start fourth grade now. Bummer after the summer! In fourth grade, we'll have to learn all new stuff. Harder stuff. Of course, Andrea Young, this annoying girl in my class with curly brown hair, is soooooooo excited about moving up to fourth grade. Do you know what the Human Homework Machine did over summer vacation? She didn't hang out with the rest of us kids. She didn't play ball or watch TV or play video games. No, she studied! It's true! Andrea needs to be smarter than everybody else in fourth grade. What is her problem? On the first day of school, I saw Little Miss Know-It-All outside on the steps. She

was talking with her crybaby friend, Emily. "I went to the beach with my family in August," Emily said. "It was so much fun!" "I taught myself about quadrilaterals and how to do three-digit multiplication," said Andrea. Quadra-what? I had no idea what she was talking about. Why can't a truck full of quadrilaterals fall on Andrea's head? The rest of the gang was coming up the front steps to school. "Who's gonna be our new teacher?" asked Ryan, who will eat anything, even stuff that isn't food. "Who's gonna be our new teacher?" asked Michael, who never ties his shoes. "Who's gonna be our new teacher?" asked Alexia, this girl who rides a skateboard all the time. In case you were wondering, everybody was asking who would be our new teacher. We walked a million hundred miles to room 123, which is the fourth-grade

classroom. The sign above the door said MISS BANKS. "Who's Miss Banks?" asked Neil, who we call the nude kid even though he wears clothes. "I never heard of her." "She must be a new teacher," I said. That's when the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. As soon as we stepped on the carpet inside the classroom door, there was a weird popping sound. POP! POP! POP! POP! "Eeeeeeek!" screamed Emily. "Help!" shouted Alexia. "The aliens have landed!" shouted Ryan. "Run for your lives!" shouted Neil.

Everybody was yelling and screaming