Megan Stine_Jeffery & the Third-Grade Ghost 01 by Mysterious Max

Chapter One

    Jeffrey Becker and his third-grade teacher, Mrs. Merrin, got off on the wrong foot the very first day of school. It happened while Mrs. Merrin was reading a story to the red reading group. The blue group was supposed to be working on a math sheet. Jeffrey was in the blue group.
    Suddenly, Mrs. Merrin stopped reading.
    “Jeffrey Becker,” said the pretty, young teacher in a stern voice, “did you just throw the globe across the room?”
    Everyone in the class looked at Jeffrey. Their looks seemed to say, “Okay, Jeffrey. Let’s see you talk your way out of this one.”
    “No, Mrs. Merrin,” Jeffrey said. “I didn’t
throw
the globe. It slipped out of my hands, probably because I was looking at the country of
Greece.”
    Everyone in the class except Mrs. Merrin laughed. She just pushed her round, red reading glasses onto her forehead and looked at Jeffrey.
    “Jeffrey Becker, you have a detention,” she said.
    “A
detention?”
Jeffrey said. “No one gives a detention on the first day of school. I think there’s a law against it. You could get up to three years in jail with no french fries.”
    “Make that two detentions,” Mrs. Merrin said.
    That’s how Jeffrey earned detentions for the first
and
second days of school.
    On the third day of school, Jeffrey had another detention. This time it was for not bringing his summer-reading book report to class.
    When it was Jeffrey’s turn to give his book report, he stood up. He brushed his straight brown hair out of his freckled face. Then he pulled two carrots and an avocado out of his backpack. “Uh-oh. My mom must have gotten confused,” Jeffrey said. “She put this stuff in my backpack and my book report in the juicer!”
    After school that day, Mrs. Merrin told Jeffrey to think about all of the wild stories he told. So Jeffrey thought about them. He thought Mrs. Merrin should have believed him. After all, they were good stories.
    On the fourth day of school, Jeffrey got a detention for hitting Arvin Pubbler on the back with an apple-butter-and-jelly sandwich.
    “But, Mrs. Merrin,” Jeffrey explained. “Didn’tyou see it? There was a deadly spider crawling on Arvin’s back! I just saved his life.”
    Mrs. Merrin didn’t see it, but she did see Jeffrey after school for the fourth day in a row.
    Jeffrey sat at his desk and Mrs. Merrin sat at hers. They didn’t speak to each other. Jeffrey was supposed to be writing twenty-five reasons for not lying. But Jeffrey didn’t think the punishment was fair. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t tell lies. He just made up funny stories to make life more interesting.
    Mrs. Merrin straightened up the classroom and wrote things in her teacher’s notebook. Then she took two photos out of her purse and looked from one to the other.
    Finally, she said to Jeffrey, “My husband and I want to buy a dog. But we can’t decide which kind.”
    “Dogs love me,” Jeffrey said. “They can read my mind. They do what I want before I even tell them.”
    The teacher shook her short blond hair. “Jeffrey, that’s absurd,” she said.
    “It’s the
truth,”
Jeffrey said sincerely.
    “Jeffrey, have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?”
    “Did he get a lot of detentions, too?” Jeffrey asked.

    “He lied so much that no one believed him when he told the truth,” Mrs. Merrin said. She put her photos away and stood up. “I’m going to the office. You work on your list—and your attitude.”
    The moment she left, Jeffrey went to work on his list. First, he added a fancy red border with a crayon. Then he used markers to draw a baseball glove in the corner. After all, how could a list be complete without a drawing of a baseball glove?
    “Jeffrey!” a voice outside called to him. It was Benjamin Hyde, Jeffrey’s best friend. He was waiting for Jeffrey on the playground.
    Jeffrey ran to the window and climbed onto a desk to look out. Benjamin was two stories down. He waved up at the third-grade