Jason

“And then, out of nowhere came this giant kangaroo. It hopped over to me and said ‘Hello, how are you?’ Then it picked me up and put me in its pouch. Before I knew what was happening we were flying right into a--”

“Jason!” Ms. Mundane interrupted, “I thought I told you to tell the class what you and your family did this summer vacation. Not to
distract everyone from their school work with
some silly fictional story!’

“But, Ms. Undane, that is what I did this summer!”

“How many times” interrupted Ms.
Mundane, “must I remind you that in reality there are not any mechanical dancing green cows,
enchanted flowers, or dwarves with extraordinary
magical powers! Now, I want a five page essay
about the importance of telling the truth; not
lying to impress your friends!”

“But, Ms. Un--” Jason tried to say.

“My name is Ms. Mundane, not undane! Now, not another word or it’ll be a ten page essay, got it?” Ms. Mundane said curtly.

“Yes’m,” Jason muttered as he slunk back
to his desk.

This was how a usual day was when Jason
had an oral report to do. Of course he won’t
really do the essay. He still owes Ms. Mundane
two essays on how presidents of the United States weren’t put into power by some alien life forms, five essays on why pulling a fire alarm when you see slug isn’t good luck, and one essay on why the sky is really blue. I do believe when he was giving his oral report of the latter he said something about when the sun’s beams are filtered through the invisible planet of Necktron the light is reflected in such a way that is gives a blue-ish color. I think the president one is pretty exclamatory, although even I’m not entirely sure about the whole slug good luck thing! The world may never know, or maybe he will tell me eventually…..)

Well, let us not dwell on a dull day of
school because most of you are probably thinking ‘been there, done that’ about now. So,
let us discuss Jason and Ms. Mundane. I’ll start
with Jason.

Well, he’s pretty much an average second
grade boy with a heart full of courage and a head full of nonsense. He’s always been the class clown and has even made Ms. Mundane crack a few smiles in his time. Whenever anybody is feeling bad for whatever reason, Jason’s the guy that can make everything right. He lives with his parents, a pet skunk named Larry, and who knows what else.

From what he tells people is that he has many pets and ‘special things’ that live in his house as well. No one’s quite sure about this, though, because he never invites anybody to his house. Only his very best of friends have even seen his parents, but you have to be of utter importance to talk to them. Even Ms. Mundane has only shook hands with them on parents/teacher conference nights. Hitherto I have only said hello to them.

Without more ado here’s Ms. Mundane.
Nobody is for certain whether she’s married or
ever been married for she never talks of her
outside life in school. Even her fellow teachers
don’t know where she lives. Many of her students
believe she just lives in her classroom. Possibly she has a bed under her unusually clutter-free desk. Although it is said that every third Saturday she goes Salsa dancing at a local club, but how could one be sure? She has been stricter, if that is entirely possible, this school year than she has been. Perhaps it’s because she lost the ‘Teacher of the Year Award’ again to Mr. Dobbins, the drama teacher; or perhaps it is due to the fact that she has to teach the second grade this year. Last year she was the first grade teacher; therefore she is teaching all of the same students for the second year in a row. So she is quite used to Jason and his stories.

For the most part life has seemed to be
going well for everybody. Ms. Mundane thinks
students don’t understand and the students don’t
think Ms. Mundane understands.

Well, I guess I should get back to what
was going on inside of the classroom. Sally
Johnson is now giving her oral report. Lets
listen in, shall we?

“Well, we were out on our family yacht,
the Zeal, when Tom came aboard and brought a
wonderful bottle of 1910 Ginger Ale. I have to
tell you it was absolutely fab-u-lous! So, anyway I was like ‘well, thank you. You really shouldn’t ha--’”

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

The whole classroom shook with every
explosion of sound.

“What was that!?” Ms. Mundane asked
frantically as she tried to push her way through
the children who scrambled towards the window to
see what was happening.

Just as she reached the window, a gigantic eyeball appeared large enough to take up the whole window top to bottom.

Ms. Mundane let out a terrified scream and ran behind her desk.

Jason laughed and skipped over to open the window. As soon as the latch was undone, a terrible odor entered the room. It smelled as though a garlic filled skunk was floating in the air.