Diary of a 6th Grade Ninja (a hilarious adventure for children ages 9-12) Read Free Page B

the only kids that had this type of schedule
in the school. I guess everyday was going to start with a fifteen-minute
homeroom, where we’d all gather our things together and take attendance.
Another cool thing about it was no assigned seating. Students were allowed to
sit wherever they wanted.
    I was the last in the room just before the bell rang.

    “Cutting it close, aren’t you?” Zoe asked as she unzipped
her backpack. It was bright red with speckled straps. There was a small plastic
sleeve on the side that had her name written on it. She made a smiley face with
the “o.”
    I smiled and mocked her. “ You’re cutting it close.”
    “That doesn’t even make sense,” she replied.
    “Think about it for a minute, and it will ,” I said.
    Zoe’s eyes darted back and forth and the gears in her head clearly
cranked. In the time it took her to think, I sat in the seat behind her.
Finally she turned around.
    “I still don’t get it,” she said.
    Poor Zoe. That was the joke, but I didn’t have the
heart to tell her. “ Nevermind .”
    Homeroom went on as the teacher made the announcements for
the day. I zoned out watching the clock as the sound of their voice trailed
over my head, speaking about football try-outs, the school lunch menu, and
other dumb things that didn’t concern me. Something about the food drive and
how it was only the third day of school and a quarter of the way to our goal. I
should probably find that thing the school mailed to my house.
    As I envisioned the teacher’s words floating over my head, I
started to see myself floating there as well. I drifted over the other
students, free from this horrible place called “school.” And then I flipped my
body over and saw the clouds over my head. They were white and fluffy, like
marshmallows. I positioned my legs to point at the floor and zoomed—
    “ Hey ,” Zoe’s voice said, interrupting my awesome
daydream. “You comin ’ or what?”
    I had a way of losing track of reality when I daydreamed. If
I were in a job interview, I’d probably try to hide that fact when they asked
about my weaknesses. And also my allergy to bees. ADHD
and bees are my weaknesses.
    Zoe was standing over my desk waiting for me. The other
students had already left the room. Man, I must’ve been completely out
of it.
    “Sorry.” I stood from my desk and watched a folded sheet of
paper fall to the floor. Someone had wedged it under my forearm when I wasn’t
paying attention.
    “A secret admirer?” Zoe asked. “Already? Chase, you move too
quickly for your own good.”
    I gestured to my scrawny body. “What girl wouldn’t want this?”
    Zoe laughed. It made me feel better.
    “What’s it say?” Zoe asked.
    I unfolded the sheet of paper and read the writing.

    Chase,
    Be at the edge of the woods today at the start of gym class.
Bring your cousin. Cookies and soda will be provided.

 
    There was no signature.
    “Cookies and soda?” Zoe asked.
    Great. I read the note out loud when I didn’t mean to. My
dad would always make fun of me because I whispered anything I ever read, even
if I meant to read it in my head. “Mouth breather,” is what he’d call me. It
was in good fun, but got annoying sometimes.
    “The ninjas want us to return?” Zoe asked. “And they’re
offering soda and cookies as bait? Are they serious? Has anything else in the
history of traps ever screamed ‘ trap ’ so loudly?”
    “It doesn’t say it was from the ninjas,” I said. “Maybe it’s
from Brayden .”
    “The werewolf boy? Yeah, right. Like he’d be smart enough to
pull off a trap like this… actually, maybe you are right. It’s such an
obvious scheme that I wouldn’t be surprised it were him.”
    Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was only a little after
eight in the morning. Gym wasn’t for another two and a half hours. Wonderful. I
can’t stand waiting for the microwave to beep after a minute . How was I
going to last two and a half hours ?