c ASE O f T h E mi SS i N g

m AS c OT PA rr OT

by Hunter Boudrie

my name is david, and, well, some people call me Sid. I know, pretty stupid, right? Anyway, my school is called Parrot Rock. That’s because we have a parrot for a mascot. Oh! And here’s my picture. I have two other friends and here they are. This is Ed, and here’s Steve. My teacher, Mr. Link, is all about science, and my classmates are all weird, except Jessica. “You always dream about her,” Ed says. He’s right.

Steve, a nerd in my class, is still trying to impress a girl. Her name is Alyssa. Actually, she’s Jessica’s twin sister. “Alyssa, will you go out with me?” Steve asks.

“No, you nerd!” yells Alyssa, slamming her locker shut.

“Oh, I’ll never get a girl,” mopes Steve.

“That’s because, well, you’re a nerd,” I tell him.

“So?” Steve says.

“Well, go get plastic surgery.”

“Oh help, please, someone help me!” yells a teacher.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Our parrot mascot, he’s…he’s gone!”

“What?”

“Yes!”

“Well, do you know who did it?” I ask.

“No. I went to get a donut and, poof, he’s gone.”

I think I know who did it, I say to myself. Bumper B. Bully.

Duh…duh…duhhhhh.

“Stop that,” I tell Ed, and then I see Bumper with a parrot, and it looks like Erryn the parrot! As we spy on Bumper, Jessica shows up.

“What’s up, guy?” says the hottie. (I mean Jessica.)

“We are spying on Bumper,” I tell Jessica.

“Okay, can I help?” she asks.

“Well, sure, yeah, we could use a girl detective, yeah, I mean…”

“Hey!” Bumper interrupts.

“What?” I ask.

“Give me my camera,” Bumper says.

“Here. Rrraw. Help. Help. Rrrraw! ” says the parrot.

“Shut up, Erryn!” Bumper says.

“He’s got Erryn, get him!”

Then Bumper starts to run!

“Stop!” yells a hall monitor. “Give me the bird.”

“Here.” Bumper gives Erryn to the hall monitor.

“Rrrraw, thank you, rrraw, yeah!” says the parrot. And that’s how Erryn is returned, and how Jessica and I become girlfriend and boyfriend. Well…later.

by Jaylah Austin

groceries, groceries. When she was holding up the store, she broke the cash register and stole five dollars. After she left, I went to my house, but she grinned at me. I turned the key in my house door and went inside, closed the door, and took a quick nap. When I woke up two hours later than expected, it was 4:59. I looked out of my window. Her house was dark, not even one light on. I suspected she was not home. So I called my bank, Nation’s Dollars Money Bank. They said, “ Someone’s robbing our bank. Help!”

“Give me all the money right now. Just give me the money and no one gets hurt, okay?” said Angry Allison. She was wearing all black and a girly mask, but it was still daytime outside. Why was that? I called one of her crime suspects, who I used to work with. Now she’s on the path of a detective, one of mine. Easy Emily. She is easy, after all, she came to the bank. She had twenty bags of money in her hands, but me, I could tell they were bricks. The floor trembled beneath us. It got higher and higher. We could not hear each