Middle School Mayhem
By Aadarsh Chockalingam
Chapter 1: Trouble on a Tuesday
It was just another boring Tuesday assembly at Westwood Middle School. The students sat in
neat rows, their attention drifting as Principal Crumple droned on about school rules and
upcoming events. Harold, the brains behind every wild scheme, and George, the daredevil
always up for chaos, sat in the back row, fidgeting.
Harold’s quick-witted mind was already plotting their next adventure. He glanced at George,
who was doodling in his notebook, clearly bored out of his mind. Harold nudged him and
whispered, “Hey, want to have some fun?”
George’s eyes lit up. “What do you have in mind?”
Harold pulled out a piece of paper and began folding it into a paper airplane. With a mischievous
grin, he launched it towards the stage. The airplane soared through the air, narrowly missing
Principal Crumple’s head before landing in the lap of Mrs. Plum, their eccentric English teacher.
George stifled a laugh and quickly folded his own airplane. He launched it, and soon, the entire
back row was a flurry of paper planes. The chaos spread like wildfire, with more and more
students joining in. Paper airplanes filled the air, and the assembly descended into pandemonium.
Principal Crumple’s face turned red with anger. “Who started this?” he bellowed, but his voice
was drowned out by the laughter and shouts of the students.
Harold and George exchanged triumphant grins. Their plan had worked perfectly. But their
victory was short-lived. Principal Crumple’s eyes zeroed in on them, and he began marching
towards the back row.
“Uh-oh,” Harold muttered. “Time to bail.”
The two boys scrambled to their feet and bolted for the exit. They ducked and weaved through
the crowd, narrowly avoiding capture. As they burst through the doors and into the hallway, they
could hear Principal Crumple shouting behind them.
“You’re not getting away this time!”
Harold and George sprinted down the hall, their hearts pounding. They needed a place to hide,
and fast. Harold spotted an open locker and yanked George towards it. They squeezed inside,
pulling the door shut just as Principal Crumple rounded the corner.
The locker was cramped and smelled faintly of gym socks. Harold and George held their breath,
listening as Principal Crumple’s footsteps echoed down the hall. After what felt like an eternity,
the footsteps faded away.
George let out a sigh of relief. “That was close.”
Harold nodded, his mind already racing with new ideas. “We need to lay low for a while. Let’s
head to the library.”
George groaned. “The library? That’s so boring.”
Harold grinned. “Trust me, I’ve got a plan.”
