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Chapter 1: Self-Defense................................9Chapter 2: Deep Secret.................................29Chapter 3: Right Track.................................47Chapter 4: Not Fair....................................63Chapter 5: Feel Better.................................81Chapter 6: Pleasant Surprise...........................97Chapter 7: Life's Battle...............................115Discussion Questions...................................135Context Clues Worksheet................................137Pre-Algebra Computations Worksheet.....................139Teach Me, Coach: Karate................................140Word Search Solutions..................................143Answer Keys............................................150Acknowledgments........................................151
So the first day of fifth grade is supposed to be all that. Right? Wrong! Like all of last year, I'll have to get up super early every day and head off to school with my father.
Let me make this plain. It's not that my dad will just drop me off, because that wouldn't be too bad. What has me so bummed is that, in my case, he'll park in the spot marked "Principal." You see, my father now rules the school. He's over everybody. That puts me in a position to get teased by my peers. And I mean big time.
I guess you can tell this isn't something I want at all. But Dad is super excited about it. Heading to school the first day, all I could do was sit there and listen to him talk about what a terrific year it was going to be. I wanted to throw up.
Last year, when Dad was the assistant principal, a lot of kids thought I was the school pet with special privileges. Believe me, that wasn't the case. Now that he's been promoted, it's going to be even harder to convince people that I don't get any favors from him.
On top of that, he signed me up to do safety patrol. I'll have to wear this big orange belt across my chest and around my waist. Several cool points gone fight off the bat, you think? It's funny because when I was in first and second grade, I sort of thought that having one of those belts and being a hall monitor would be really great.
Now I know it won't be so cool. Since Dad is the principal, it's going to be a no-win situation for me. Everybody's going to think I'm trying to be somebody big if I write them up. Or even worse, I'll lose my job and be in huge trouble with my dad if he catches me looking the other way.
Then, there's another reason why I'm unhappy about school this year. It hit me like a ton of bricks the other day when Dad started naming some of my classmates. Right away, I knew it was bad news for me.
A lot of kids don't want to be in a particular teacher's class. But in my case, I'm okay with my fifth-grade teacher. After all, Dr. Richardson is known as the coolest teacher in the whole school. It was even cool to find out that Morgan, Trey, and Billy are in my class again.
The problem for me is that I didn't shake Tyrod. Besides that, his equally troublemaking buddy, Zarick, is in my class too. I don't want to deal with them. But after much pleading with Dad, it looks like there's no escape.
All of last year, Tyrod was the person who got under my skin. Just to cause trouble for me, he made up stuff and got me sent to my dad's office several times. He even tried to cheat off my paper and then turned around and said I tried to cheat off of his. It was just one thing after another with that guy.
In my defense, I get along with most people. Yeah, I had to get over being angry and acting like a bully when I was in the second grade. But that was years ago. I've grown up a lot since then. However, with Tyrod and his friend constantly getting into all kinds of trouble, I just don't see how it's going to be a good year.
When Dad and I arrived at school, he was still going on and on in a happy mood. As we were getting out of the car, he said with a big smile on his face, "Oh yes, it's going to be a great year!"
All I could do was look at him and beg, "Dad, pleeeeesssss change my class!"
As we walked toward the door, he started giving me all these reasons why he wouldn't. But it just wasn't what I wanted to hear at that moment. "Alec, son, we've been over this already. Ever since you found out that your name is on Dr. Richardson's class list, you've been complaining. I know you're going to love her. She's a lot of fun and really knows her stuff. You're in the fifth grade now. You know you need to pass the CRCT like you did in the third grade. This year, it's a crucial exam for you, Alec, and I can't—"
"Dad! Dad! You're not listenin' to me! It has nothin' to do with Dr. Richardson. I just don't want to be in—"
Cutting me off, he said, "No, son, you're not listening to me! I'm not changing your class because of some other student. If you have a problem with Tyrod, you let me know, and I'll deal with it."
I shook my head and turned the other way. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful to my father, but he didn't get it. I couldn't just run to him and tell on people. Yeah, I know there's some stuff you're supposed to speak up about. But this isn't a life or death situation. Besides, I'm not a wimp, and I don't need my dad to fight my battles.
Once again, Dad made it clear that he wasn't going to change my class. So the only thing left for me to do is man-up and deal with it.
A few minutes later, I took my post by the front door. Standing across from me was Gilmer, a boy from my fourth-grade class. Last year, he was the new guy and didn't say much. But he did tell me once that he was cool with not having friends. So I already knew that Gilmer was very shy and didn't like talking to people.
If he was going to be my partner, I was thinking that we wouldn't have much to say to each other. Then, to my surprise, I found out something different when Gilmer spoke to me.
"Hey, Alec! Hope you had a great summer!"
Wow, is this the same Gilmer? I thought. He sounded so happy and friendly.
"You're talkin' to me?" I said to him.
"I know what you're thinkin', Alec, but I've changed. I'm older now. I guess it took me a while to get comfortable with this school, but now I just wanna enjoy my fifth grade year. I wish we were in the same class because I think we could have a lot of fun. Maybe we can do that while we're on safety patrol duty. You okay with that?"
"Yeah. That's cool with me. We can be friends," I said to him, still shocked at the new, talkative Gilmer.
Okay, so now it seemed like everybody was ready for fifth grade—except me. Then, in a flash, I was reminded of why. I watched Tyrod and Zarick running toward the front door when they got off of their bus.
"Hey! Hey! Slow down," I said to the two of them, holding my arm out to block the doorway. I wasn't supposed to let anyone run into the school.
"Boy, you'd better get your hand back outta my way!" Tyrod said to me.
"Boy, you'd better slow down!" I quickly responded back to him.
"And if we don't slow down?" Zarick stepped up and added, looking and acting all tough. He is taller than me and a little intimidating.
"Yeah, what you gonna do?" Tyrod...
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