Charlie and the Bee
I’d like to start by saying I was eating my delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the cafeteria with all my friends. Unfortunately, I can say no such thing. Why, you ask?
I don’t like going in the cafeteria, that’s Billy the Bully’s domain. If I go in there…I’ll get squashed. I don’t have any friends. If people befriend me…They’ll get squashed. And to top it off, I ran into Billy the Bully today, and my sandwich…it got squashed.
So, now I’m sitting in the courtyard with no lunch, drinking my coke and wishing it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Oh, and there is a bee buzzing around my head!
I’ve read that some people are actually allergic to bees. I’ve never had to put it to the test, but considering the possibility that I could be allergic, I didn’t want to take ANY chances. To stay safe, I got up and walked to the other side of the courtyard.
Unfortunately, the bee decided to follow me! I started to just circle the courtyard to escape the bee, but for some reason it continued to follow me! I circled the courtyard three times and got so many strange looks I couldn’t count, before I finally decided to just face my fears.
I found a good place, away from everyone else, to sit and finish my soda. I sat and eyed the bee. Why was it following me? If only I could send it after Billy the Bully.
I took a sip of soda and placed the can down beside me. I hoped that if I ignored the bee it would go away, so, following that theory, I picked up a textbook and decided to see if it said anything about bee allergies. I was flipping to the index when I heard the very distinct sound…of the mischievous bee, landing on my soda can!
This was an outrage! first my sandwich and now my soda. I glared at the bee, closed my book, and, holding it in two hands, swung the book at the bee. It was time to to take it down. If I was indeed allergic, there was a nurse on the premises.
The bee saw the blow coming and flew out of the way. My soda can was not so lucky, it went flying. “Grrrr!” I exclaimed. This bee was as bad as Billy the Bully! I stomped over to my now empty soda can and scooped it up. I headed to the nearest trash can, and there was the same bee, perched on the side. I chucked my soda can at the culprit. The bee again dodged, and I, again, scooped up the can. I threw it away and stomped back to my back pack.
When I arrived, there was the bee, sitting on my back pack.
“Charlie Jenkins!” That is no way to treat a teacher! If I was employed by this school, I’d have you in detention! If not for your actions, for your terrible attitude.”
My mouth fell open. The words had come from the annoying bee perched on my backpack.
“Ummmm….This is a prank. You’re not a real bee.” I said.
“I sure am, and this stinger works just as well as any other.” The bee replied.
“Oh boy….” I sighed.
“And, that being said, you may call me Miss Bee.”
“Uh, Miss Bee? Please leave me alone.” With that being said, I scooped up my stuff and proceeded to go to class. Well, attempted to proceed to class.
“Miss Bee” flew right in front of me and landed right on my nose.
“You listen here, Charlie Jenkins! I have a job to do, and you’ll gonna let me do it. Whether you like it or not.”
The fact she had landed right on my nose and was currently making me go cross-eyed made me stop in my tracks.
“What job is that?”
“Really Charlie, manners and respect. I’m starting to think I have a bigger job than I was told. You should really say ‘What job is that, Ma’am’ out of respect for your superior.”
“My superior? You’re a BEE! Now go away!” With that, I shooed her off my nose and started walking again.
I realized later that was the wrong thing to do. I felt her sting the back of my neck.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed. I am allergic! I thought as the world around me began to spin. Then my feet were no longer touching the ground and I was surrounded by blackness. This can’t be good…. I thought.