Mrs. Dole Is Out of Control!

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Authors: Dan Gutman
1
The New PTA President
    My name is A.J. and I hate school.
    But you know what? Soon I won’t have to go to school anymore for a long time. You know why? Because today is the first day of June!
    Yay! June is the best month of the year because it’s when summer starts! Yippee!No school until September!
    Me and the guys were putting our backpacks into our cubbies. It was Michael who started singing the best song in the history of the world.
    â€œNo more pencils!” sang Michael, who never ties his shoes.
    â€œNo more books!” sang Ryan, who will eat anything, even stuff that isn’t food.
    â€œNo more teachers’!” sang Neil, who we call Neil the nude kid even though he wears clothes.
    â€œDirty looks!” I sang.
    That’s when Andrea came in. She is an annoying girl with curly brown hair who loves school. Andrea had on her mean face.
    â€œHey Andrea!” I said. “What’s with the mean face? Are you mad because school is almost over?”
    â€œNo, Arlo,” said Andrea, who calls me by my real name because she knows I don’t like it. “That’s not why I’m mad. Did you hear about the PTA election last night?” *
    â€œNo.”
    â€œMy mother was running for president,” Andrea said, “but she came in second. So she has to be vice president again.”
    â€œBig deal,” I told Andrea. “If the presidentgets assassinated, then your mom will become president.”
    â€œNobody assassinates PTA presidents, Arlo!” Andrea said, rolling her eyes.
    â€œThey do too!” I told her.
    â€œDo not!”
    â€œDo too!”
    We went back and forth like that for a while. Sheesh, what a grouch! So what if her mom isn’t PTA president? Andrea should take a chill pill.
    I went to my seat, which is next to Ryan’s.
    â€œWhere’s Mrs. Daisy?” Ryan asked.
    I looked around. Our teacher, Mrs. Daisy, was nowhere to be found. Sheusually gets to class early.
    Mrs. Daisy used to be called Miss Daisy, but then she got married. Ladies become Mrs. when they get married. Nobody knows why.
    Since Mrs. Daisy wasn’t around, I crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it at Andrea. It bounced off her head.
    â€œArlo!” Andrea shouted. “Why did you do that?”
    â€œDoes there have to be a reason?”
    Suddenly Mr. Klutz came running into the class. He’s the principal of Ella Mentry School, and he has no hair at all. Most principals polish their shoes, but Mr. Klutz polishes his head.

    â€œMrs. Daisy will be late today,” he said. “She has a doctor’s appointment.”
    â€œIs Mrs. Daisy sick?” asked Emily, who is Andrea’s crybaby friend. She looked all worried, like she does whenever anybody in the world is sick.
    â€œShe’s fine,” said Mr. Klutz. “Actually, I’m glad Mrs. Daisy is late, because the new PTA president wants to speak to you in private. I’d like to introduce—”
    Mr. Klutz never had the chance tofinish his sentence. You’ll never believe in a million hundred years who walked into the door.
    Nobody! Because if you walked into a door, it would hurt. But you’ll never believe who walked into the doorway.
    It was Ryan’s mom, Mrs. Dole!

2
Ryan’s Mom Is Weird
    Wow! Ryan’s mom is the new PTA president!
    â€œCongratulations, Mrs. Dole,” said Mr. Klutz. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”
    Mr. Klutz had to go to a meeting, so he left Ryan’s mom to watch us. *
    Mrs. Dole looked a lot like Ryan, except that she’s a lady—and old. When she walked into our class, Ryan hid under his desk. I couldn’t blame him. That’s what I would do if my mom walked into the class. Parents should never come into your class, unless it’s your birthday and they’re bringing cupcakes for everybody. That’s the first rule of being a kid.
    â€œWow, the president of the PTA is

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