So here is something from May 14, 2001.
Sadly, this work remained unfinished. Anyway, here it is in all its glory, unedited save formatting issues.
Author: Pagaduan, Sean E.
Honors I: Lost Work
Chapter I: Combo
I walked into the honors room for another math session of honors. I walked in expecting to be the first there. I was early, but when I opened the door, Ms. Weagle was there at her desk shuffling through her papers and such.
"Hi Ms. Weagle," I said.
"Oh, hi Sean, good job on testing," she said.
"Thanks,"
I sat at the table waiting for the others to come. One by one the other eight students came in. This was odd, because the average amount of students in math honors are four people.
"Ms. Weagle, are there really nine people in math honors?" I asked.
"No, we've combined math and reading honors together," she said, "now let's introduce ourselves,"
"Hi, I'm Adrijana,"
"I'm Corbin,"
"I'm Damon,"
"Hi, I'm Erika,"
"I'm Jon,"
"Hello ‘flakers,' I'm Marlee,"
"I'm Sean,"
"I'm TJ,"
"And I'm Kelsie, by the way Marlee, what does flake mean?"
"It means flake, flake, flake, flake, FLAKE!!!" said Marlee.
Ms. Weagle was still searching for some papers when she said, "Class, I can't find the papers I was going to pass out, have any of you seen them?" Of course none of us have seen the papers.
"Well, I guess we have to go find the papers won't we?" Ms. Weagle asked.
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Chapter II: Clues and Preparation
So we set off, first stop: Ms. Zenk's room.
"Ms. Zenk..."
"Hi, back so soon?"
"No, listen-"
"Well, take a-"
"LISTEN!!! Ms. Weagle lost some work papers, have you seen them?" I said.
"Well, no, you'd better ask Ms. McMath," she said.
"Okay, thanks Ms. Zenk," I said.
We went to Ms. McMath and asked her if she'd have any info, but the only clue we got was: "Mr. Hoganson said he'd get back at the honors class some day. I didn't acknowledge what he had said at the time..."
We went to Mr. Martin and questioned him. All he said was: "Mr. Hoganson has been acting suspicious lately,"
But we still weren't convinced. We asked the new teacher, Mr. Wallice, but he said grumpily, "GET OUT OR I WILL HAVE TO TELL THE DISTRICT MANAGER!!!!!"
Ms. Weagle glared at him and said, " FINE!!! I'll arrange a meeting with Mr. Martin about your behavior, oh, and just so you know, I have the right to take away my free coffee deal to you, GOT THAT!?!?!?!"
We weren't that convinced, but we went to investigate at Mr. Hoganson's room, but we all had to prepare. We wore gas masks, suits of armor, bulletproof vests, and one liter of Mr. Hoganson repellant. We walked up to his door only to find his door glued and taped shut. One of us had to sacrifice their armor and possibly the adventure to open the door. Damon took his armor of and boldly said, "I'll handle this," He thrust his armor at the door and the door flew open. We walked in only to find Mr. Hoganson and the papers. He threw the papers into a porthole which led into another dimension. We had to go in to retrieve the papers, but Mr. Hoganson was blocking the way and said, "HA! You'll never see the papers again!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Ms. Weagle reached into her pocket only to find a leak in the repellant. We looked for help, from the students, but we couldn't find any. Marlee asked, "What did you do to Erika, Damon, and my friends?"
"I locked them up in that cage over there and filled the room with sleeping gas!!!" he said.
Marlee was so mad, she jump-kicked Mr. Hoganson. He slammed into the wall.
"Take that, Mr. Hogi-Hippie," Marlee said.
"Hurry, into the por...t...h..." Damon's mask was off and he slumped down, unconscious.
"Hurry, into the porthole," Ms. Weagle said.
"But what about Damon?" asked Jon.
"We have no time to lose, we'll get him later, hurry!"
We all jumped into the porthole...
Coming up: Chapter III: Mathematically Speaking and more
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