Author - Michael Tomlinson

“RUN!!” I yelled “Coodies!!!!” the thick, ugly girls ran down to the oval. All the year 6’s and one year 5 boy sprinted away as far as we could. They had cornered us against the fence.

So I made a run for it. I ran straight through a gap where two or three coodie covered hands hit me. I instantly dropped to the ground with a thud and rolled all the coodies off onto the grass. This was the best strategy I knew to get rid of coodies. David, Rory and Jules followed me.

We sprinted across the oval interfering with the little, weird kids game. But they said to us “Get off the oval it’s our turn to play.” The girls followed us with their dumb, coodie covered legs. We had made our way to the top of the hill heading towards the boy’s toilets, the one place the girls didn’t dare go.

“Is the coast clear?” David asked nervously as I pocked my head out the door and looked around. “I think so,” I replied. I slowly peered around the brick corner of the toilets.

There stood Breanna the main coodie thing (or the Mole Patrol Leader as we called it.) I pulled away just in time. Then she called all her friends over and they began to throw >sticks and stones at us. Then one of them grabbed a cup of sand and through it at us.

And then it happened, as David and I picked up a stick to through back at them when the teacher arrived. David and I dropped the sticks and the teacher, as all teachers would, yelled “Detention!”

“But, but I didn’t do it.”

“DETENTION!” She yelled angrily back. And so David and I slowly marched up to the detention seat. I wondered whether that was all that teachers said. The evil villains.

Maybe a super hero will stop them one day. As I sat down on the seat I saw Rory make a break for it. As he reached the playground

he jumped into a pile of leaves where they couldn’t find him. Then it hit me. I thought of a way to stop the girls. I discussed it with David and so we got ready to defeat the girls.

That night when I got home I bought some cameras and David bought some videos and D.V.D’s. Then we set them up in the boy’s toilets back at school.

That day at school we lead the girl things to the boy’s toilets and as usual they threw everything they could at us. At that moment the evilest teacher of all, Mrs. Armstrong

arrived. “What is going on here?” She said looking at all the sticks, rocks, sand etc that the girls had thrown at us. “I have it on tape, D.V.D and the world wide web” I yelled.

“What?” The girls said in amazement.

As we watched the video the girls had sorrowful looks on their ugly faces. But we hadgiant grins. The tape rolled to a stop and the girls were sentenced to clean up the toilets then report to the office. As a pool of blood rolled under the office door I asked David what he thought had happened to them. They were never seen again. Since then we have been partying for the rest of our lives.

THE END