Smarty-Pants Sheltie by T. T. Sutherland

Author:T. T. Sutherland
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2014-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

School was just as boring on Tuesday as it was on Monday, maybe even worse. I nearly fell asleep while Mr. Peary talked about moving from the Egyptians to the Greeks during social studies. I did a whole project on Greek myths about Apollo (the sun god) back in Rochester. In fifth grade my biography project was on Alexander the Great, who came from Macedonia and conquered Greece plus, like, half the known world, which made him pretty cool if you asked me. I still remembered the name of his horse (Bucephalus) and everything.

I doodled all over my notebook again, and when that got boring, I built a football field on my desk using pens and erasers and a couple of paperback books for the bleachers. I was pretty excited when it was time for PE because I could finally do something.

In Rochester we’d had PE three times a week, but here it was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, in the middle of the morning. I hoped we’d get to do something with a lot of running, like maybe football or soccer. I didn’t always kick the ball in the right direction, but I was the fastest runner in my grade at my old school.

Coach Mason shook my hand when Mr. Peary introduced me, and I remembered he was Rory’s dad. I could kind of see that they had the same brown eyes and the same way of standing with their hands on their hips, leaning forward a little when they were watching something.

We had PE outside with the other two sixth grade classes, so everyone was all mixed together and there were a lot more people I didn’t know. I saw Troy from our lunch table and the big guy who’d glared at me on the first day. He was kind of glaring at everyone, though, so I guessed maybe it wasn’t personal. Well, I hoped it wasn’t personal. He was pretty darn big.

Coach Mason started by having us do stretches and warm-ups, and then he told us to run around the track for ten minutes. It was kind of chilly outside, but still not as cold as it would be in Rochester in October, and once I started running I warmed up pretty quick.

Most of the other kids ran in small clumps, talking to each other while they ran. Tara and Natasha were barely jogging; mostly they pointed at people and laughed and tossed their hair. Jonas was also going pretty slowly, talking nonstop to a quiet Indian guy, which surprised me because Jonas didn’t seem to talk much to anyone in our class, except maybe Nikos sometimes.

Parker, Danny, Eric, and Troy ran together, of course, laughing and shoving one another until Coach Mason yelled at them to cut it out. I started out right behind them, but when I saw a break to their right, I sped up and ran past them. For a moment I was afraid Danny would yell some joke at me, but he didn’t even stop talking to notice me going by.

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