Hey, Jack—

Have you talked to Tim lately?

Oh, who am I kidding—of course you have, you two are basically connected at the hip. Anyway, you two are both invited over to my house tomorrow night. There we can perform this “last hurrah” plan that you haven’t told me about yet.

See ya then.

-Scott

Scott:

Hey, it’s Jack. Thanks for your note. It’s good to see that you came back from D-Camp in one piece. Yeah, let’s do it tomorrow night.

p.s. Tim was with me when we read the letter.

To: Anger Management Notebook

From: Scott

Today I tried to kill Walter again to celebrate my coming home from stupid camp. I have to say, I kind of missed the little guy. Missed knocking him over, that is.

I’m having Jack and Tim over later. They said they had some great “plan”, but they won’t tell me what it is.

I think it involves Walter.

-Scott, who might finally kill Walter tonight if somebody else doesn’t beat me to it.

8/1/09

Dear Walter’s Diary,

Today, Scott is having Jack and Tim at his house. They sit outside a lot and call me funny names. I ask grandmother what some of them mean, and she say, “Walter! Bad boy! Never say those words again, or I’ll hang you from your toes and wax your belly button!” I tell her that Scott already do that to Walter, and that Walter likie. Then she say, “I give up”. Walter wonders why?

8/1/09

Hello again, moving journal. It's Mattie again! I hopped across the street today to Scott’s house to find out that he had Jack and Tim over. When Scott went in to use the bathroom, Jack and Tim told me that Scott was hitting on me.

And here’s the worst part—

I think I’m hitting on him, too! He’s the best looking guy I’ve ever seen. He’s got this shaggy blondish hair and these cool gray eyes…

Love, Mattie

**To Tim:

Okay, that was the best thing we’ve ever done.

I guess we shouldn’t be passing notes on the first day of school, but what a way to end the summer!

That was so funny when it was, like, midnight, and we looked out of the window to find Walter and his burro sleeping on Scott’s front lawn. Glory, that kid’s a creeper.

So we go outside with Scott’s pillow to find that Walter talks in his sleep. He says, “Burro” –snore- “Mattie” –snore- “I love you Scott”.

And right after “I love you Scott”, we shove the pillow over his face so that he screams and flails his limbs frantically. Over several seconds, the flailing slows down so that Walter is still again. We lift up the pillow, and Walter’s still there, snoring.

THAT was funny.

We need to do it again.

-Jack

**To Jack:

I’d like to do it this weekend, but I have Salsa lessons.

-Tim

**To Tim:

Wait—you do Salsa? I do Rumba!!

-Jack

**To Jack:

You DO?! Will you teach me Rumba?!
-Tim

**To Tim:

Only if you teach me Salsa!

-Jack

**To Jack:

Sure, I’ll teach you! But we’ll have to wait until auditions for the School Musical are over. I’m trying out—they’re doing “Grease” this year.

-Tim

**To Tim:

Yes! Hey, I’m auditioning too! Maybe we’ll get the lead roles. If we do, I want to be Sandy Danny

(Why’d I write this note in pen?!)

-Jack

**To Jack:

Dude, you wrote that you wanted to be Sandy and then crossed it out? What is this implying?! I thought you were a Football player, not a… well, not a Sebastian!

-Tim

**To Tim:

I am most certainly not a Sebastian! But I am a football player.

-Jack

**To Jack:

Are you sure? A football player… in the musical?

-Tim

**To Tim:

It’s true. So are you, remember?

-Jack

**To Jack:

Oh, yeah. Case closed.

-Tim

8/15/09

Dear Walter’s Diary,

Today was Walter’s first day of school. Tomorrow, the school newspaper comes out with article about what happen in Walter’s gym class.

But… Walter no want to talk about it.

On other hand, burro is pregnant. I tell Scott and Scott laugh. Scott like Walter jokes now! Here is a Walter joke- there was a lemon and a lime. HAHAHAHA! WALTER THE HAPPY SNAPPER LAUGH!!

Wait… Walter already tell that joke to diary! Oh, poop!

Oh, poop.

It’s Scott here.

That was the worst thing that ever

happened in Gym class! I can’t believe

that that nerd Herbert is

going to put it in the

school newspaper!

…somebody shoot me.

~The Cricket Corner Times~

Gym Class: School’s Biggest Bully Fails to Dodge

By Herbert M. Rohmburger

It was a devine day at Cricket Corner Middle School. The students had just begun an innocent game of dodge-ball in P.E. when Scoot Downling, the ‘school’s biggest bully’, pulled back a ball and aimed it for poor exchange student Walter Key’s head! It was hard not to notice that a dark stain had appeared in Walter’s pants as the ball whizzed past his head, missing him by barely a millimeter! When Walter turned around, he saw the amazing, wonderful, extremely hot Maddie who I hope is reading this article and realizing that I’m complimenting her. She seemed to set a new glow of hope in Walter, and when he turned back towards Scott, dodge-ball in hand, there was a new fire in his eyes. He pulled back the ball, and as if in slow motion, it flew forward and hit Scott square in the chest and knocked him to the floor, where he lay motionless. Mattie ran forward and swept Scott up into her arms to ensure a beautiful, snapshot moment. “Don’t give up now!” she cried. “Never stop fighting!” But it was not for her to say whether Scott would survive…. Walter had triumphed for now. But Scott, who is also probably reading this article, will probably win because if he doesn’t then he’ll knock me out!! BECAUSE SCOTT IS WONDERFUL!!

To: friend_of_ Jack at snull*net(Timothy Kendall)
From: walter_will_ die at snull*net(Scott Downling)
Subject: Re: Did you see that newspaper?!

NO! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY FRICKIN’ PUBLISHED IT! AND THAT MORON HERBERT PUT MY NAME DOWN AS “SCOOT”!! I’M GONNA KILL SOMEONE!! I CAN’T BELIVE WALTER KNOCKED ME OVER WITH A DODGEBALL!

-A VERY ANGRY SCOTT

Well, we've arrived with chapter three! Sorry it took so long.

Fanfiction won't allow any 'at' signs or website formats (i.e. anything dot com) so i did my best with the email. snull*net!! yeay!!