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Nathaniel Emperor was the meanest, bossiest kid in
Miss Jacobson's third grade class at Lincoln
Elementary. He pushed. He ordered. He pointed and
laughed.
He took Christina's cupcake when his mom had
forgotten to pack one. He made everyone play
basketball during gym class instead of football
because he liked basketball better.
And there were even rumors that he even once
bullied the bus driver into driving him straight home
before dropping off any of the other kids (the bus
driver doesn't like to talk about it).
He thought he was the king of everybody.

During the last week of October, Miss
Jacobson's third grade class was preparing for
their Halloween party. All the boys and girls
were making paper jack-o-laterns with purple
constuction paper (Nathaniel had hid all the
orange because he liked purple better).
While they worked, the students talked about
what they wanted to be for Halloween.
Micheal pulled a small toy spaceship out from
his desk. "I want to be an astronaut!" he said.










Nathaniel laughed.
"That's stupid," he said. "You don't even walk
home by yourself, how could you be in space all
alone? Is your big brother going to go to space
with you, too?"
Michael stammered, "No, I --"
"That's what I thought. You can't be an
astronaut. Now give me your spaceship."
Nathaniel snatched Michael's toy spaceship out of
his hand. Michael turned red and stared at his
purple jack-o-latern.

Across the table, Evan put down his scissors.
"Hey, Nathaniel, give him back his spaceship,"
he said, and snatched the spaceship back and
put in in Michael's hands. Ignoring Nathaniel's
eye roll, Evan said to Michael: "I think you
could definitely be an astronaut."
"Thanks, Evan," said Michael. He shyly
returned his spaceship to his desk.
Evan turned to Sarah. "What are you going to
dress up as?"














Sarah, who was drawing a picture of a horse
on her purple construction paper, said: "I
want to be a cowgirl. My aunt owns a farm in
Kansas, and she has horses and I always help
my aunt feed them whenever we're there. My
mom even got me a real cowgirl hat to wear."
"That sounds cool!" said Evan.
Nathaniel sneered. "You're too small to ride a
horse. You can't be a cowgirl. That's
ridiculous."

Sarah turned red. "I know, but my mom said when
I'm a little older I can start taking lessons and then
I'll be real good. Anyways, I've watched my aunt a
bunch and know how to --"
Nathaniel laughed. "You don't know how to ride a
horse. And you're supposed to be making jack-o-
lanterns, not coloring horses." He leaned over and
scribbled out Sarah's drawing.
"Nathaniel!" Evan said, then turned to Sarah. "It's
okay, I have some more paper in my desk you can
use." Evan pulled out a stack of colored paper, on
top of which was a golden paper crown, with
drawn-on jewels and held together with clear tape.













Nathaniel snatched the paper crown off Evan's
desk. "What is this?" he demanded.
"A crown," said Evan, as he handed the stack of
paper to Sarah. "It's part of my Halloween
costume."
"No, it's not," said Nathaniel, and he began to rip
the paper crown into tiny gold pieces.
Evan could feel his anger rising as he looked at
Michael's downcast eyes, Sarah's scribbled-out
drawings, and his own paper crown, which was
now a pile of golden confetti on the floor beside
Nathaniel's desk.



Evan had to put a stop to Nathaniel's horrible
behavior.
And he had the perfect plan.









Evan was smiling. Nathaniel noticed and
sneered.
"What are you going to be, then, Evan?"
asked Nathaniel. "A three foot tall basketball
player? A doctor who cries when he gets a
boo-boo?"
"No," said Evan. "I'm going to be a king."





"No, you're not," said Nathaniel. "That's what
I'm going to be, that's what I am every year,
and there can only be one. And," he said,
pointing to the floor, "I think I tore up your
costume."
"I'm going to be a king," Evan repeated.
"No!" said Nathaniel, getting angry. "You
can't. I always dress up as a king, and you
can't. And I tore up your costume!"
"No, you didn't," said Evan.

"That wasn't your costume?" demanded Nathaniel.
"Nope," said Evan.
"What does yours look like then?" Nathaniel
demanded.
"Well..." said Evan, thinking about the outfit that
was currenty in the grocery store bag at the
bottom of his backpack. "It's red, you know, the
color kings wear," Evan began, "but the color's a bit
faded, because it's old, of course. It looks really
cool, you know, kingly. It even comes with a
special place to hold your sword that glitters - I
mean - shines in the sun."








"It's completely authentic," continued Evan. "Real
kings wore them. And," he added, "my brother
thinks it's cool. And he's in high school."
"Wow, that sounds so cool," said Sarah.
"Can we see it?" asked Michael.
"Sure," said Evan. "It's in my blue backpack by the
wall, in a grocery bag at the bottom. I'll go get it."
Nathaniel, who had been thinking about the
costume, jerked back to attention.





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Nathaniel Emperor was the meanest, bossiest kid in
Miss Jacobson's third grade class at Lincoln
Elementary. He pushed. He ordered. He pointed and
laughed.
He took Christina's cupcake when his mom had
forgotten to pack one. He made everyone play
basketball during gym class instead of football
because he liked basketball better.
And there were even rumors that he even once
bullied the bus driver into driving him straight home
before dropping off any of the other kids (the bus
driver doesn't like to talk about it).
He thought he was the king of everybody.

During the last week of October, Miss
Jacobson's third grade class was preparing for
their Halloween party. All the boys and girls
were making paper jack-o-laterns with purple
constuction paper (Nathaniel had hid all the
orange because he liked purple better).
While they worked, the students talked about
what they wanted to be for Halloween.
Micheal pulled a small toy spaceship out from
his desk. "I want to be an astronaut!" he said.
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