In A Jam: 3 'Not Long' Stories

By L.A. Watson

'In A Jam' is a compilation of 3 humorous short children stories. The main character in each story has to creatively get out of a personal jam.

The first story titles 'Squeaky Sneakers' is about a boy who gets a pair of sneakers only to find they make an awful squeak sound when he walks. Now he has to come up with a way to stop the squeaking or endure being called Peter the Squeaker by his friends. Plus he has lost the ability to sneak up on anyone because they are alerted to his movements by the squeak. When you like to sleep in sneaking into class late is the only way to avoid detention.

The second story is called 'Tricky Zipper'. It is about a boy who get stuck in his winter jacket and can't get out. He has to solve this dilemma on his own or risk the teasing of his annoying older sister.

The final story is titled 'Stinkified Socks'. This is about a boy who finds the socks in his drawer suddenly smell rancid. He has to solve this problem or he'll never have a fresh smelling sock to wear again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.A. Watson
• Release date: Aug 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465861283

L.A. Watson

L.A. Watson is a freelance writer of children and young adult stories. She has a degree in education and is working on a Master's degree. She lives in Canada with her husband.

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In a Jam: 3 'Not Long' Stories

By L.A. Watson

Copyright 2011 L.A. Watson

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Table of Contents

Squeaky Sneakers

Tricky Zipper

Stinkified Socks

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Squeaky Sneakers

It all started when I got my awesome crimson and black sneakers with the fiery gold dragons on the side. They were so cool, until I wore them to school. It was then that I heard it: a horrible, awful, loud squeaking coming from my shoes when I walked, ran or jumped. Now everyone hears me coming.

Even my sister, with her earbuds on and that girly pop music blaring away, hears me coming. That means I can’t enact my older sibling rights of sneaking up behind her and giving her a wet willy. She’d always let out this funny shriek like a seagull with its beak stuffed with fries. Now she hears me coming and heads straight for our mum.

She’ll announce with her hands on her hips that Peter’s thinking about giving me a wet willy.

I, of course, adamantly deny this. I am not.

Yes you are.

Am not.

Mom, she whines, trying to look cute and innocent by flashing her perfect smile and large blue eyes. I never fall for it.

Cindy, if Peter hasn’t done anything I can’t do anything.

Fine, she spits and storms off, back to her pink ensconced room.

I just smile at my mum and shrug then wander away, wondering what I’m going to do about these squeaky sneakers. I can tell you my sister loves my shoes, though originally she referred to them as 'the most seriously heinous fashion error' she’s ever seen in her life. Now she says she looks passed the flamboyance and accepts them for the greater purpose they play in her life.

Then there’s my big brother, who I’ll politely label as annoying. I can’t sneak past him anymore without him jetting over to me, hooking his long arm around my neck and giving me a noogie. He says he’s preparing me for high school, but I think he’s just asserting his older brother superiority. Really I just think he’s a jerk.

Worst of all I can’t sneak into class anymore (I can’t help it if I like to sleep in). I try to tip toe into class as Mr. Bertie writes the date on the chalkboard. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. How infuriating. I know what you’re thinking; just take the shoes off and carry them. I tried that, but as I was zooming down the hall to class I slipped on the freshly polished floor and careened into the principal, Ms. Smacker. Let me tell you, that did not go over well. Needless to say, I better not get caught without my shoes on again unless I want to lose every recess I have left in my school career.

Peter you’re late again. The bell rang 30 seconds ago, Mr. Bertie announces without even turning around.

Sorry Mr. Bertie. It won’t happen again, I answered. Meanwhile I was thinking that it probably would, but it's never more than one or two minutes. My locker is a long way from home room and I'm not allowed to run in the hall. I know a lot of people, so I'm constantly stopped on my way to class. I can't be rude. I don't want to get a reputation.

See that it doesn’t Peter. The next one is number 4 if I’m not mistaken.

It is Mr. Bertie. I sighed. One more late slip equals detention and I can’t miss recess! A guy needs time to unwind. To top it all off, everyone calls me Peter the Squeaker.

I do the logical thing and try to persuade my mum to buy me a new pair of sneakers. I was informed my parents are not made of money; they’re brand new shoes, I picked them out, so I was stuck with them.

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