Friday, November 14, 2008

Chapter two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter two.

5 months later.

Charlie yawned, rubbed his eyes, and got hit on the head by his teacher. His teacher was a frenchmen called Nevery Cloghch, who carried a small, wooden ladle, that he used to make his classes more “interesting” for his students.
“Stey awake, or fail.” yelled Nevery, emphasizing the blow. Stay awake, or fail to stay awake, was what the class said. Nevery taught German, and they often where forced to listen to German play recordings. These were what were so boring, the plays themselves were entertaining, but they were in german and had to be translated.
Another student and orphan snickered, not unkindly, this was Gregory Thiss, his story was that his parents had been killed in a fire that he only just escaped, he had a rare medical ailment of his pupils not being able to contract, this seemed to have saved him from the fire, through being awaken by the blinding light, he then jumped out of the window, almost got run over by the fire brigades’ trucks, and now lived in the WHO, Water House Orphanage.
“What are you laughing at Gregory?” asked Nevery. Gregory shifted slightly, toward the window, at some point every student had been hit, none meant to get hit again, they just did.
Charlie rubbed his head, stood up and wrote on the black board, schließen Sie aber zu weit. Which meant, close but to far. Nevery laughed and strode up to the teachers desk, motioned for Charlie to return to his seat.
“now that that embarrassing show of apparent boredom is over with, we will return to the Ton des Spiels, and we shall pay more attention this time around.”
The class muttered apologies and agreements to this thought.
The play they were translating was called “Einsam” about a man that seemed to think that marriage was stupid and ended up very lonely and that giving it it’s name, the real play was about the man finding this girl that he had met before and had accidently “run off” and persuading her that he really liked her.
Charlie liked it, but it was really dramatic and slow, nevery was practically singing along with the opera, for it was also a musical.
Charlie was good at German and the plays test was rather easy for him, at the end of the day they consulted their textbooks and translated the play into english for an assignment.
The bell rang and they scrambled for lunch. There Charlie and Joe met and talked in a confusing jumble of different languages until they actually had something to say.
“That money mansion is being persecuted for fraud, they say that there is no money, the papers said that this mister Cillroy said that there assumption was correct. The PIs are furious that they spent two months looking for something that wasn’t there, they want a refund for there expenses, thats laughable, they voluntarily looked for riches and were fooled out of there own. Now they want both.”
“Well, they aren’t getting either of them are they?”
“nope, have you heard that the market is selling firecrackers again? Harry wants to set something on fire or blow something up so bad...”
“Are we going to get some?”
“Can’t, Jenra wont let us, says that we’ll hurt ourselves, we didn’t last time though.”
After lunch they resumed classes until dinner, after which they followed their own pursuits.

1 comment:

c. said...

Sweet! I love the time jump.