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Chapter three

Joe woke at the very large gust of wind. When he opened his eyes which seemed very important to his simi-conscience mind, he seen Charlie holding his copy of: “The Practical Orphans Guide to Being Satisfied With What You Have, Whatever It Is You Get.” and dangling out the window, Joe became aware that this looked like suicide and leaped out of bed rushing toward his cousin,”Charlie don’t!” Charlie looked back his face was red and angry, “Joe, you made me miss the garbage truck!” Said charlie furiously.
“You were ‘angin’ out the window like a suicidal trapeze artist, and the suicidal part is the important word of the situation here!”
“I had to hang out, the garbage trucks have really big mirrors so they stick out from the walls.”
“Oh, you couldn’t just stick your stupid book in the paper recycle and not risk your life out a window. How did you even get the window open?”
“Know-how. Sorry I scared you Joe.”
“Apology excepted, Charlie. Do they even have breakfast out yet?”
This was a good question, from the lights outside, Charlie would have said 6:30, from the clock on the wall, Joe would have said 5:15.
Accordingly, they returned to their beds and slept until 10:30 when they received a sharp rap on the heads. Charlie and Joe were soon at the breakfast table eating sausage and biscuits with gravy that was sort of cold and pumpernickel toast with butter that was hard again and the last of the scrambled eggs with cheese, which also was hard.
Having overslept then eaten, they had missed an entire class and now were now on time for the next with no need to share the facts with the teachers. Joe headed to writing and Charlie went to Germany, as they laughed about in class.
They were still listening to Einsam and Charlie was increasingly feeling lonely of a family.
“Hello Nevery, did I get all of the answers right? The last few were tricky.”
“you got most of them right, Charles, but Why did you sleep till ten thirty?”
“I woke up really early and couldn’t get back to sleep until... Three sssomething. By then I was really tired and had to get some sleep.”
“How, early? Some students thought that they heard voices from your end of the hall.”
Charlie thought of Joe yelling like a baboon,”What time? I was up at like... 3:30, or so.”
“ I see, they said like, 5:00, something about suicide, most have been dreaming.”
The class wore on and soon they heard the lunch bell, and they scrambled as usual.
“I thought that would never end, no one got hit though.” said another boy named Volago Checkeroghe, who was from Denmark, and had been traveling with his parents when they had an accident that had killed his parents. The people that had found him next to his parents bodies had tried to send Volago back to Denmark, but found that he had no family there anymore ether. This was a joked about mystery, many children thought that his family were all murdered and that he was the son of a Danish rebel forces leader, who strived to make denmark a better place. This all pleased Volago, and the Danish orphan was very strong-headed about danish rebellion news, in the papers.
“Well, I never knew a new language could be so boring!” said Volago.
“Well, it’s not that it’s boring, it’s just, lame...” this was Conroy, who thought that every thing was lame, everyone else didn’t know what lame meant.
“Conroy, sush, German is a important part of our curriculum, you should be grateful that we are learning such a useful language.”this was Vince Applegate, the boy who thought he still had family but had runaway from them and lived in the orphanage on the pretense of not having parents, or any other family. He was one of those people whose last names stuck and it was an effort to say just his first name.he also never swore. It was also rumored that he was from Manchester.
“Not likely.” said Charlie. Siting down with the others at the lunch table and turning to Joe who was already there. “Any news?” Joe was in a writing class that taught through the papers, this often led to his knowing quite a lot about the goings on throughout Britain and sometimes farther out countries and their politics.
“Not much, Money Mansion Mr. Cillroy’s lawsuit is over, verdict is for him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The judges were quite against it, they were being unfair though, they brought in a judge that hadn’t been ‘swindled’ and he ruled for him.”
“That’s idiotic, how ridiculous, they judged wrong because they thought they had been scraped!”
“Seems so.”
How the rest of the day was spent was the same as the rest of other days.

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