Updated: Feb 8
rofessor Mike’s class lasted an eternity and it was super boring. But luckily, it has ended. I’m glad to have Wade and Laura in all my classes. I don’t know what I would do without them.
Our next class is math with Miss Kathy, my favorite teacher. She is always super nice to my friends and me. Always smiling and trying to make us laugh. During her class, Miss Kathy notices that Santiago is bothering other kids at the back of the classroom. And she sends him directly to the principal. It seems that Kevin’s friends are on the blacklist too.
After math class, we have physical education. I have never liked doing exercise. It’s exhausting. Coach Martinez always makes us run and jump in the school gym. But what I hate most about his class is when we play dodge ball because Kevin hits us with the ball and it always hurts.
At recess, Laura, Wade, and I always sit at the table in the corner of the cafeteria. We always have fun and laugh out loud. We sit a long way away from everyone else. Maybe the rest of the tables are full of kids. But I would dare to say that we are the happiest of all.
“And so we were in the garden, and then we started the countdown, and when we reached zero, Jaeden and I pulled the strings at the same time, and the rocket flew out!” Wade says, out of breath.
“Why do you have to say it so many times?” Laura asks, a bit impatiently.
“You should have been there, Laura! It was fantastic!” I say.
“I would have loved to have been there,” Laura says, discouraged. But then she looks at us hopefully. “Do you think you can help me make a rocket?”
Wade and I turn to look at each other, and then we look at her.
“No!” we say simultaneously, joking.
She folds her arms and starts to frown.
“I don’t like you.”
“So you want us to help you so you can make your dream come true, right?” Wade asks Laura.
“No,” Laura answers quickly, looking nervous.
“I think that’s what you want,” I laugh.
“No… that’s not true,” Laura says.
“Come on, Laura. Tell us what your dream is,” I say.
“Okay, okay.” She takes a deep breath and looks at us a little bit calmer. “I want to be a super-intelligent scientist so I can help people all around the world.”
“And you want to make a rocket fly so your dream comes...”
“No, no, no!” Laura interrupts. “I will make my dream come true in another way. But I still want to make the rocket fly. Just for fun,” she says, smiling shyly.
“Yeah, sure,” Wade says.
“Shut up, Wade!” Laura says.
Wade covers his mouth with his hands and laughs in silence.
“You won’t believe what happened to me this morning!” he says after his laugher subsides, looking at us excitedly. “When I was heading to the classroom, I found a dollar bill on the floor. I’m sure that must be a sign that my dream will come true soon! I can feel it!” he says excitedly, smiling from ear to ear.
“That was just luck, Wade,” Laura says seriously. “That doesn’t mean you will become a millionaire.”
“But I can feel it, Laura. I’m sure it will happen soon!”
“If you say so...” Laura says dismissively. “Hey, guess what!” Suddenly looking excited at us. “Because of my good grades, my parents told me they will buy me a dalmatian!”
“Wow! Really?” Wade and I say simultaneously.
“Yes! And I will call him Marshall, like the one from PAW Patrol.”
“Wow! Maybe Candy can meet Marshall someday. And we can play with them and imagine they are the real ones from the cartoons.”
“And don’t forget Scooby-Doo!” Wade says.
“Yeah! Let’s imagine that they’ve come from another dimension to play with us!”
Candy is a cockapoo and she looks identical to Skye from PAW Patrol. Sometimes my mommy and I dress Candy as if she was Skye. We put her in a pink sweater and a mask and then we play in the garden. I always imagine being in a place where I can be with the characters of PAW Patrol and Scooby-Doo and with Danny Williams as Spider-Man.
“Wade, why you don’t ask your parents to buy you a dog?”
“But ask them to buy you a dog like Rubble,” Laura says.
“I would love to have an English bulldog! I would call him Rubble. But I don’t think my parents want to buy me another pet. They say that my hamster Harold can be the only pet in the house.”
“Don’t be sad, Wade,” I say, patting his back. “The good news is that today there’s a new episode of PAW Patrol!”
Wade and Laura raise their arms while screaming excitedly.
And then we begin to talk about PAW Patrol. It has been our favorite cartoon since we were five. We’ve seen thousands of times the episodes. We love them! But we’re starting to watch Scooby-Doo more because that’s what big boys do. Every week four episodes broadcast on Cartoon Network. Two at midweek and the other two at the weekend. We always meet in one of our houses to watch the new episode on TV while eating snacks and sodas and stuff like that.
Looks like we've got another mystery on our hands! That's what I always tell Candy and Wade and Laura when we play we have to solve mysteries with Fred and Daphne and Vilma and Shaggy and Scooby. It's super fun.
I love PAW Patrol and Scooby-Doo, but not as much as Spider-Man. He will always be my favorite.
“Jaeden,” Laura says when we finish talking about PAW Patrol. “Are you going to tell us what your dream is?”
I shake my head.
“Why? Is it a secret?”
“Yes.” I nod, smiling.
“Why don’t you want to tell us? We’re your friends.”
“I know. But I’m afraid that if I tell you, it will never come true.”
“Tell us what it is,” Laura says, a bit impatiently.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Is it a car?”
Laura shakes her head while she takes a deep breath.
“I know what it is!” Wade says. “An island full of Spider-Man stuff!”
“No!” I laugh.
Laura looks at me, raising her eyebrows and smiling.
“I know! You want to have the superpowers that Spider-Man has! Right?”
She is close, but still not right. It is something more special than that.
“No,” I answer, shaking my head.
“I give up!” Laura says, throwing her hands in the air. “I don’t know what you want.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s a secret,” I say.
When we have finished eating, the bell rings. All the kids get up from their tables, and I see in the distance Christine and Paul, along with all their friends, getting up from their special table in the middle of the cafeteria.
“Hey, look! It’s Christine and Paul,” I say, pointing at them.
They are two of the most popular kids in school. We have almost all our classes together but have never been friends.
They are heading to the exit that is on one side of our table, so I get up and wave when they pass.
“Hello, Christine! Hello, Paul!”
They don’t seem to hear me because they keep walking without turning around.
“Don’t waste your time with them, Jaeden. You know they won’t listen to you if you’re not a cool kid,” Laura says.
“I just wanted to talk to them. Maybe we can become friends and then they can invite us to sit at their table,” I say.
“That’s impossible,” Laura says. “You would have to do something special, so they know you exist.”
“Why do they come to this school? They are too rich to be here,” Wade says.
“Because they live nearby and their parents think this is the best place for them,” Laura says.
“Could you imagine sitting at their table with them? It would be fantastic!” I say.
“It’s no big deal. They are always showing off. You don’t need to be with them to be cool. It is better to be with real friends than to be with plastic people. That is what my mom usually says.”