Cheat Sheet: A Short Story

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I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a whole candy store waiting for me. I touched the sleeve, speechless. This was by far the best jacket I had ever received. From the kitchen mom hollered that my jacket was in my brother’s room. I knew that going into my brother’s room would end in disaster, but this was a matter of being the most popular or forever being known as “that guy who’s brother has a sweet jacket.” So I swung the door of disaster open and marched in there like a parade, only to find nothing. At first I was confused at to why there wasn’t a single speck, anywhere. Usually my brother’s room is a complete mess. But then I realized that the sweet, sweet, jacket ought to be mine! So I raced …show more content…

I put my hands in the pockets and flapped my arms like a blue jay taking flight. I admired myself in the mirror, acting like a celebrity posing for a front page picture. I sat and stood against every object in the room, and combed my hair like Indiana Jones. As I strutted down stairs, I bombarded my mother with compliments and the words “thank you”. Passing her, I headed to the backyard to relax, on top of a fence. It was so cold I could see white puffs of my breath thinning in the air, it made me glad I had a jacket to keep me …show more content…

The next day was a Monday, my least favorite day of the week. So I wore my jacket for some good luck. But, it turns out that mud covered jackets don’t like to give good luck on mondays. I had just received an F on a math quiz. And best of all, during the morning recess Frankie T, the nicest kid on the playground, stole my jacket. I lended it to him for the recess, and when I looked back I didn’t see Frankie nor the jacket. My best friend, Steve Negrete, ate a pickle while staring at me endlessly. All the girls faces turned pink, because Frankie too had stole their jackets. What were the teachers doing, they should be busting Frankie. I glared over at the three teachers, shivering in the corner. Obviously they weren’t going to be much help what so ever. It seemed like all they were doing was admiring Frankie in my cool new

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