Hal Knows Martial Arts

By Vickie Erickson and Avery Liell-Kok

Hal Johnson is an eleven year boy who is always happy go lucky and he loves going to martial arts classes but he doesn't tell everyone at school hes in martial arts . After Hal promotes to a new belt he still wishes that his best friend Tony Erickson could join Martial Arts with him. Tony has been asking his parents if he can join martial arts but his parents think if Tony joins the martial arts academy he will want to be fighting or worse yet he will get hurt. Tony is a very smart kid. But as Hal discovers that his best friend Tony is having trouble with Brady, he knows he has to stick up for his best friend but how will he do that? Brady thinks he runs the whole school. Most kids at school run from Brady if they see him coming. Can Hal with the help of two more friends help out his friend Tony without getting them all in trouble at school?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491841426

Vickie Erickson

Vickie Erickson is a stay at home wife and mother to four children. She got interested in the world of Martial Arts when her oldest son joined a local Martial Arts Academy. About three months later the rest of her family also joined the academy. Over the years she has also helped with special events for the Martial Arts. She has been a volunteer at the local school district her children attend where she goes in and listens to children read books to her in the elementary classes as well as being a teachers aid. She has observed the children dealing with different situations at school, home and at the academy. She lives in Centuria, WI with her husband and children.

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/14/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4918-4138-9 (sc)

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To my husband, Tim, and our four children, Austin, Billie, Taylor, and Holden. Thank you for the encouragement and support!

Contents

School problems

Promotion Day

School on Monday

Where’s Tony?

The Plan

Homework Done

The Rest of the Day

School problems

Hello, Tony! How are you today? I asked as he came running toward me on the playground. I quickly jumped out of the way before he tackled me to the ground. Instead of me falling, Tony did a summersault. Hey, Tony, what are you doing? I asked.

He stood up, and looking a little confused he asked, How did you move away from me so fast?

I slyly said, Hmmm, it must be my ninja-like moves I’ve been working on in class. So why are you running so fast this morning? Do you have something to tell me?

Tony shook his head no. I just was happy to see you. What do you want to play?

But just as I was going to say, Let’s play tag, the bell rang for school.

Tony looked bummed and said, Well, Hal, I’ll see you at lunch. Then let’s play at recess.

I smiled and said, Sure! How about we play tag at recess? He looked around to see if anyone was listening to us, like he was a super spy, and then nodded yes.

We went to our classrooms, and it seemed like it would be forever until lunch and recess. But then Mr. Manson told us our test time in the computer lab got moved up to the morning. The whole class groaned with disappointment until he said, "Class, if we get