If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that middle school sucks! I have decided to explain everything that happened in the worst year of middle school. 8th grade.

The first day of the chaos started out just like any normal day, but then my friend Chloe ran down the hall screaming my name.

Brooklyn! Mr. Camley just posted the parts of the play! Let’s go!

Mr. Camley is the drama teacher, and this year the play is Wizard of Oz. I tried out for the part of Dorthy, and I was super exited to see who got it. I also REALLY hoped it wasn't Isabel Allred, but I'll get to her later.

Dorthy- Brooklyn Wood

Dorthy Understudy- Isabel Allred

Lion- Chloe Walker

Lion Understudy- Ryan Thomas

Tin Man- Samuel Pine

Tin Man Understudy- Zachary Falray

Scarecrow- Kayla Smith

Scarecrow Understudy- Melany Ose

Wizard- Tyler Hemyer

Wizard Understudy- Kevin Rameirez

Wicked Witch- Emma Allred

Wicked Witch Understudy- Jaya Griffin

¨I got Dorthy!¨ I screamed.

"I got the Lion!" Chloe yelled back. We started jumping up and down like we would never stop. And we wouldn't of. But just then, Isabel and Emma Allred walked over.

"Ha!" Isabel said. "I got Dorthy undersudy. What about you Brooklyn? Who did you get?"

"I got Dorthy, for your information, and it looks like things are going to change around here." I said, the slightest bit annoyed.

"Oh! I got the Wicked Witch!" squealed Emma.

"Be quiet Emma" Isabel said as she stalked down the hallway, with Emma

Hi Mom.

Mmm hmm.

When I got home, I found my mom getting ready for a party. She didn’t seem to notice me, so I grabbed a cookie and sprinted upstairs.

567-456-890

Why did you even try?

I am so sorry Brooklyn

Chloe

Dorthy, need your line?

567-362-684

My phone started buzzing off the charts when I entered my room. All of the texts were things about me not being a good part for Dorthy. The only person I recognized was Chole. Her text read: I’m so sorry Brooklyn. Was she the one who gave these people my number? Why would she do that? I thought we were best friends.

Before I went to class the next morning, I left a note taped on to Chloe’s locker. It was in code, so no one could read it, but I’ll tell you what it said.

Chloe,

Did you give all those people my number?

Why did you do that? They all texted me hate messages, and you were the one who started it!

Please respond and tell me what happened.

-Brooklyn

Brooklyn,

I am super sorry about those texts! Isabel came up to me and asked for your number so she could talk about Dorthy’s lines. Then, she gave your number to everyone in the school, and told them tons of lies about you.

If you can forgive me, my peace offering is two tickets to the new Star Wars movie.

-Chloe

After lunch I went to my locker and found a note from Chloe. As I read I began to smile. I would have keep smiling, but right at that moment, Isabel and Emma walked up.

"Oh, Brookie has a note!" Isabel taunted.

"Really! Who is it from?" Emma squealed.

"Uugh! It's in code. Well Brooklyn, have fun with that coded message."

"Yeah. You geek."

8th graders go to the gym

Suddenly, the loud speakers sounded all around the school.

"8th graders. Attention all 8th graders. Please report to the gym to receive your groups for the Camp Firestone field trip."

Stand if I call your name.

When all of the 8th graders were in the gym, Mr. Belca(our principal) started his speech.

"Alright. I am going to call your first name, followed by your last name. Then I will call the people in your group. If I call your name, stand up."

Isabel Allred, Emma Allred, Brooklyn Wood, and Chloe Walker.

Then he said the words that I thought would ruin my life.

"Isabel Allred, Emma Allred, Brooklyn Wood, and Chloe Walker." A chorus of NO´s filled the gym as the five of us looked at each other in disgust. The world is over.

I dunno.

Since the teachers made us sit in our groups for the bus ride there, it wasn't very fun. The only thing I said to Isabel was,

"What are we going to do for our skit?" The only response I received was,

"I dunno."

When we got to our cabin I asked the question again.

''What are we going to do for our skit?'' At first, no one responded. Then, Emma had an awesome idea.

''What if we pretended to be each other?''

''Emma, that's a terrible..''

''Actually Isabel, it's a very good idea.'' I interrupted.

Fashion. High heels. Other stuff.

Books. School. Blah. Blah. Blah.