Ms. Marvin was
famous for giving us lots of homework.
I hated homework, because it took time away from video games. I wished that I could become president and
ban homework forever.
When the school
bell rang, I began my journey home. My
backpack felt like it weighed 1000 pounds.
All of a sudden I noticed a green flash jump into the bushes.
I sprinted towards
the bushes and began to push my way in when I saw a little green hat on the
ground. I picked it up. It looked small enough to fit a mouse.
“Please sir, give me back my hat.” squeaked a
miniscule voice.
I glanced around
everywhere, but didn’t see anyone. I
felt a soft tug on my shoelace. I peeked
down and saw a man the size of a mouse.
He had a long orange beard and curly green hair.
“I’ll make you
president for a day if you just give me back my hat,” said the man with tears
beginning to form in his eyes.
I had nothing to
lose, so I gently placed the hat on the man and continued towards home.
At 4 o’clock on the nose, when my mom came into
the kitchen to give me my three cookies and class of milk, she told me to get
started on my homework. I opened my
social studies book and saw President Bush on one of the pages. The last thing I remember was the sucking
noise of a vacuum cleaner.
“Mr. President,
wake up sir, you have an important meeting with all the superintendents.”
I picked up my
head and saw a very familiar room. It
was an oval shape with very expensive furniture. I was wearing a suit, and felt taller. There was a mirror on my desk, so I glanced
at it. President Bush was staring back
at me. I had turned into the president.
My assistant
rushed me to another room in the White House.
There were over 50 people sitting at the biggest table I had ever seen. When I entered the room everyone immediately
stood up. I saw an empty chair, so I
went to sit in it.
“Mr. President,”
one of the women said, “schools are getting worse. What can we do about it?”
I smiled a crooked
smile, and told all the superintendents that homework was now against the
law. Children hate homework, and it
takes time away from important matters, like video games.
The meeting lasted
over an hour, and not one person interrupted me. All the superintendents agreed to go back and
tell their teachers to stop giving homework.
I went back to the oval office to eat a hot fudge sundae. I picked up the spoon to eat my first
delicious bite, when I heard the vacuum sound again.
When my eyes
snapped open, I was at my kitchen table.
“Did you finish your homework yet?” asked my mom, after she turned off
the vacuum cleaner.
“Oh well,” I thought to myself as I picked up
my pencil. It was a good dream anyway.