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me do it,” TJ whispered.
“No, their mine, I’ll do it.”
“What are you two jabbering about back there? Be quiet and wait until I’m finished.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Bumblestein’s head whipped around. “What the devil just happened? “Who threw those?”
Diego could not believe what he just saw. Willie Goodwin just threw three darts at the cork board and only a couple of feet away from the teacher. He immediately held his head in disbelief.
No one else in class, other than Hector, had seen who had actually thrown the darts. The only movement some of them had seen was Diego’s hands when he lowered them to his lap.
No one answered. The smirks and muffled giggling enraged the teacher, and his reddening face only encouraged them more. He banged on his desk.
“Okay, we’ll play that game. You! Yes, you! I want you to pass around these strips of paper to everyone in this class. Now, I’m sure at least some of you here know who did this. You don’t have to sign your name. All I want you to do is write down the party or parties involved. Go ahead, pass them around.”
The girl with pigtails put a slip of paper on each desk. When the class finished scribbling names, she collected the folded notes and brought them to the front.
“So…you think you’re all so smart? Well, we’ll see about that. Shall I read these to you? Never mind! The first one says…I do not know, I did not see nothing.”
Laughter.
“Whoever wrote that, there are never two no’s in a sentence and you have three. Here’s the next one. Elmer Fudd! Humph!”
More laughter.
“Shh! Aha! Here! Diego Rivera! Now where getting someplace. What else is in here? Let’s see.” Mr. Bumblestein mumbled the rest of the names to himself: “The Long Ranger, Daffy Duck, The President, Howdy Doody. Hah!” He loudly exclaimed. “Another Diego!”
“Oooo!” The class responded, in unison.
Diego closed his eyes and retreated into quiet thought.
So, now you think it was me, right Mr. Bumblebee? And who do you think you are coming into my classroom to harass me and my fellow students?
Now…you do know what I’m going to have to do to you, don’t you, Mr. Bumblebee? Yes, that’s right, I’m going to have to get that nasty old broom out of the closet and whack you with it until all of those righteous wings come off. But do you also know what I’m doing to you after that? That’s right Mr. Bumblebee. I’m going to crush you under my right shoe like the…bug…you…are. Got that, Bumbles? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Hmm, what’s this? You! Very Funny, who wrote that? Let’s see what else is here. Space men…Froggy.”
Damn s tupid kids.
“Okay…here’s Diego Rivera again.”
Diego eyed the teacher with contempt. Sure, and that just fills you with glee, doesn’t it Mr. Bumblebee. It just tickles…you…to…death to be so sure it was me.
“That’s three for Diego Rivera and I don’t see anyone else’s name on any of these.”
Of course not, Bumbles. They’re all afraid of you and now they’re your friends.
“Well! I think we have our little dart thrower. Come up to the front, right now, Mr. Rivera.”
“But, Mr. Bumbles…it wasn’t me!”
By now the kids were hysterical.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant Bumblebee. No! I mean, Mr. Bumblestein, sir. It really wasn’t me.”
“If you kids don’t stop laughing, I’ll make every one of you stay after school…and I mean it.”
“He didn’t do it,” said Hector.
“And why should I believe you, smart aleck? All right, Diego, If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”
“I don’t know, sir. I wasn’t looking.”
“Then how do you explain why three students said it was you? Now come up here to the front like I told you.”
Diego gave a mad face to Willie. He wasn’t a snitch, but if he got the chance, he was going to get even outside after three.
“You’re going with me to the principal’s office right after class, smarty. You thought you were pulling
“No, their mine, I’ll do it.”
“What are you two jabbering about back there? Be quiet and wait until I’m finished.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Bumblestein’s head whipped around. “What the devil just happened? “Who threw those?”
Diego could not believe what he just saw. Willie Goodwin just threw three darts at the cork board and only a couple of feet away from the teacher. He immediately held his head in disbelief.
No one else in class, other than Hector, had seen who had actually thrown the darts. The only movement some of them had seen was Diego’s hands when he lowered them to his lap.
No one answered. The smirks and muffled giggling enraged the teacher, and his reddening face only encouraged them more. He banged on his desk.
“Okay, we’ll play that game. You! Yes, you! I want you to pass around these strips of paper to everyone in this class. Now, I’m sure at least some of you here know who did this. You don’t have to sign your name. All I want you to do is write down the party or parties involved. Go ahead, pass them around.”
The girl with pigtails put a slip of paper on each desk. When the class finished scribbling names, she collected the folded notes and brought them to the front.
“So…you think you’re all so smart? Well, we’ll see about that. Shall I read these to you? Never mind! The first one says…I do not know, I did not see nothing.”
Laughter.
“Whoever wrote that, there are never two no’s in a sentence and you have three. Here’s the next one. Elmer Fudd! Humph!”
More laughter.
“Shh! Aha! Here! Diego Rivera! Now where getting someplace. What else is in here? Let’s see.” Mr. Bumblestein mumbled the rest of the names to himself: “The Long Ranger, Daffy Duck, The President, Howdy Doody. Hah!” He loudly exclaimed. “Another Diego!”
“Oooo!” The class responded, in unison.
Diego closed his eyes and retreated into quiet thought.
So, now you think it was me, right Mr. Bumblebee? And who do you think you are coming into my classroom to harass me and my fellow students?
Now…you do know what I’m going to have to do to you, don’t you, Mr. Bumblebee? Yes, that’s right, I’m going to have to get that nasty old broom out of the closet and whack you with it until all of those righteous wings come off. But do you also know what I’m doing to you after that? That’s right Mr. Bumblebee. I’m going to crush you under my right shoe like the…bug…you…are. Got that, Bumbles? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Hmm, what’s this? You! Very Funny, who wrote that? Let’s see what else is here. Space men…Froggy.”
Damn s tupid kids.
“Okay…here’s Diego Rivera again.”
Diego eyed the teacher with contempt. Sure, and that just fills you with glee, doesn’t it Mr. Bumblebee. It just tickles…you…to…death to be so sure it was me.
“That’s three for Diego Rivera and I don’t see anyone else’s name on any of these.”
Of course not, Bumbles. They’re all afraid of you and now they’re your friends.
“Well! I think we have our little dart thrower. Come up to the front, right now, Mr. Rivera.”
“But, Mr. Bumbles…it wasn’t me!”
By now the kids were hysterical.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant Bumblebee. No! I mean, Mr. Bumblestein, sir. It really wasn’t me.”
“If you kids don’t stop laughing, I’ll make every one of you stay after school…and I mean it.”
“He didn’t do it,” said Hector.
“And why should I believe you, smart aleck? All right, Diego, If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”
“I don’t know, sir. I wasn’t looking.”
“Then how do you explain why three students said it was you? Now come up here to the front like I told you.”
Diego gave a mad face to Willie. He wasn’t a snitch, but if he got the chance, he was going to get even outside after three.
“You’re going with me to the principal’s office right after class, smarty. You thought you were pulling
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