CPOV

"Sam, what is that horrible smell?" I asked Sam as I met her at our lockers. I could smell her snack from outside the school. It's a cross between a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and relish and Spencer's month old cheese sculpture he kept for good luck until he noticed he couldn't see anymore because the foggy stench built up so much. I'm happy to say that stinky curd is gone.

"My mom's attempt at making lasagna. Want some?" she questioned, shoving a spoonful at my face.

"Depends. How long has that been in your locker?"

"About three weeks," she answered.

"Then no thanks. I'll pass," I said, pushing the disgusting stuff out of my way. I opened my locker and got my apron for home economics class. Usually people just call it Home Ec. I like the longer version because every time I say Ec, I feel like making the face I make when Spencer forces me to take my dinosaur vitamins. And I also like making the sound effects I made when I came into the school and smelled Sam's breakfast. Yeck!

"Ready for our first day of Home Economics?" I asked Freddie as walked up to us and got into his locker.

"Oh yeah! I hope we get to make pillows, mine got chewed up," he said.

"I didn't know you had a dog," I stated.

"I don't. Lewbert's staying over again. Only for another night, though. His appartment has a leak in the ceiling, so he's staying until it's fixed."

"Lewbert chewed a hole in your pillow?" Sam questioned.

"No, he ate it completely. He was having a dream where he was held captive and if he didn't eat all of the food the pirates were giving him, he'd be thrown over board," he replied.

"He told you this?"

"No, he talks in his sleep. He said "Please pirates, I don't like Spinach! It gives me gas real bad. Just throw me over board already! I can't take the torture!" I'm thinking that my pillow was supposed to be spinach. Either way, it still gave him gas," he said as he closed his locker.

"Ew!"

We got to the Home Economics class room. Sam and I sat together and Freddie sat by some nerd in the chess club. You don't want to know how I know he's in the chess club. I'll just tell you it envolves Sam and proving me wrong.

"Hello class! Today you have an assembly, so this class has been shortened."

"Yes!" Sam quietly shouted.

"I have some homework for you," she said.

"Oh man!"

"You have to try your best at making an apple pie. Bring it into class tomorrow for our pie party, and they will be judged...by your class mates."