Aka... NaNoWriMo....
National...
Novel...
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OMG!!!
Yes I am writing a novel!
It's called Einsam...
that's German...
I will be posting the chapters as written.
there is only one so far, this does not mean that I do not have more.
ha ha.
here.
Loneliness can easily be conquered by a lack of animosity toward those around you. Even in your present surroundings. And a family must be formed of love, not blood.
Chapter one
“Lack of animosity, huh, I’m still lonely.” Charlie looked back at Joe, his now sleeping cousin. Charlie was reading “the Practical Orphans Guide to Being Satisfied With What You Have, Whatever It Is You Get.” It was a morbid, lying book that most other orphans didn’t really understand, but were led to treat like a bible.
The orphanage was a good place, but the orphanage had no written “The Practical Orphan’s Guide T-,” if they had, Charlie was sure of two things; the book would not have such a long name, and that it would be a very nice book.
Now, in this room, in which our scene takes place, aside the mentioned, Charlie, the twelve-year-old protagonist of our minds-eye, Joe, cousin of our protagonist and supporting character, and the foully thought-of book that for some reason Charlie has read many, many times, there are a set of bunk beds in which the prone figure of Joe resides. There is a built-in wardrobe for both Charlie and Joe’s clothes. There is a poster in the door of Leonardo da Vinci’s famous flying machine design, and several dirty socks on the floor next to the wardrobe. Now that we are acquainted with our surroundings, we see that Joe has woken up.
“Charlie, you should be sleeping while you can, it’s Sunday as you full well know.”
Joe’s slight Scottish accent was in contrast to Charlie’s straight-forward British tones.
“I know I should, Joe, it’s just, I’d like to...”
“Every kid here would, Charlie, but you’re allowed to sleep at home, too, most likely. Now you’ve gone and woke me up. Oh well, best get on with tha day.”
“Sorry, Joe.”
“Breakfast.”
Charlie started for the door, as he did so, he started a new conversation, something stupid about Conroy, another boy at the orphanage.
Minutes later on the steps the subject turned to sayings,. Charlie an Joe were having a competition on who could think of the most sayings first. Charlie had 15 and Joe had 13.
“Curiosity is worth a million dollars! like Grampa said all the time.”
“thas 16 to you, what on earth is with you? do you just memorize sayings?”
This brought them to the second landing, where there was a young boy called, Harry Willow.
Harry Willow was seven and pretended to be a seven hundred year old warlock called Gora Mordack, he was actually rather fun to play with, he seemed to always to know some new trick they could use in their games, and he had designed the Great Wooden Sword, he also had a secret language.
Right now, he was in no mood for games. On his way down the next flight of steps he started mumbling about trips and Conroy.
“What did you say? what trip?” asked Charlie. Harry looked up at them.
“You, get to go to the old mans house and look for a million bucks.” he said.
“million bucks?” said Joe.
“Yah, you two, and Conroy, Spike, Pepper, and Vince Applegate get to go to a big mansion. who ever finds the money gets to keep it. You don’t even know about it.”
“Fancy that,” said Joe “I could buy a street with that, then toll it.”
“Joe! thats mean! I’d buy a library with it.”
“You won’t find it,” said Harry childishly, “There has been a thousand PIs though there, the whole place has been but torn apart.”
“Well aren’t we jealous.” said Joe, this was rude, since it was so obvious, but Harry was so rude himself so that it wasn’t a total bash.
They continued down the steps and soon at the breakfast table they were.
Promptly they were ambushed as usual by the headmistresses daughter, Nova. It was her style to ambush the children and she was the grand-daughter of the Headmistress that had accepted Charlie and Joe into the orphanage. She was twenty-two, and had no children, nor was she married.
“Oi, you got the pick to go to Mr. Cillroy’s mysterious money mansion,-”
“We know, Harry told us, he’s not very happy he con’t geo.” Said Charlie cutting her off.
“Oh, I thought, I could surprise yah, ow well.”
There was another accent, to add to the over-flowing pot of culture in the orphanage, they had higher-class British, lower-class British or cockney, Hartsfordshire swank, Scottish, and Irish.
“Harry said that Spike was going too? Is that okay?”
Spike was the amnesiac that had parents, but who could not remember any thing in detail after two weeks. This was very sad for him and Joe had become his best friend.
“Yah, heal be okay, long as Joe’s wid’em, You wont mind that Joe will you?”
“Nah, It’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
Nova turned on her heel, and strode away. At first they sat in silence. Then Charlie said;
“She didn’t tell us when we were going. Now we have to ask after breakfast.”
They finished in silence and got up with intent to ask, it turned out that they hadn’t need, for directly after depositing their now washed plates in the drying rack, they heard Nova calling to them, Spike, Vince applegate, and Conroy, to meet in the foyer to discuss what to bring and where to the house.
When they got there which took longer than expected because every body was going to the park and leaving through the foyer/door. Very complicated, as they were in the middle of the crowed, so when they reached the foyer they had to stay there. You may wonder just how big is this orphanage? Well, it has five floors and three dining rooms, curiously, they only ever needed eight cooks half of which weren’t on duty all the time, six teachers, and five general staff like Nova, all and all, oh and the Headmistress making twenty staff all to together.
“All wright, well, it being 10:20, we leave at two o’ clock. We should where aur best clothes, for we will actually see mister Cillroy hemself.”
It was Nova speaking and ti seamed to be her that was leading them to the house, but not sure enough.
“Are you the one thats taking us?” this was Conroy, who always asked if things were as thought, as such.
“Yeh, I’m not missing a chance to find the money.” at this they laughed. As was every one in the orphanage, Nova was very nice. Every one liked her.
They were dismissed, Charlie and Joe left to there rooms to prepare themselves.
“What do you think we should bring?”
“I can’t decide Charlie, I think that a code book would help, then again, we might need a magnifying glass might help.”
“True, this is a treasure hunt, maybe a notebook and pen would do. Who said we could bring only one thing?”
“Your wits are sharp, fifteen for me! No’ne said anything about that, we could bring a whole backpack full of stuff.”
“That is not a saying. Well what should we bring anyway?”
They eventually they decided, and walked down to the foyer where they waited for everybody. This wasn’t a very long wait and slowly they appeared. When Nova got there they discussed the bus they were taking to the house.
Everybody got there and they left, caught the two-fifteen bus and thirty minutes later they pulled up to an enormous wood-sided house that resembled a five story victorian mansion covered in scaffolding and sporting many pointed towers,reminiscent of castles in King Arthur days, it was.
Charlie took a deep breath and accidentally tried to gasp, failing, and breathing out fast, in order to gasp for real.
Joe, whistled, and muttered about how many people should live there and how he could buy it if he found the money.
Nova stood struck, Conroy, didn’t seem perturbed, Vince stared open mouthed, and Spike, had fallen asleep, during the ride and had not woke up yet, the driver had been hired for taking all of the orphans to the house before, was gawking at the house like everybody else.
“wow, we should probably go in.”
They woke up spike and did, trooping out of the bus and down the short decretive stone path to the front steps which led to the door.
Inside, more grand splendor awaited, there was a gianoramus glass and variegated stained-glass shards chandelier hanging from the fifteen-foot ceiling, there was more, but more interesting, was the podium that held the rules of the house.
Charlie walked forward to read it aloud;
This house is NOT the money,
Searchers may not harm the house in any way,
Count out paintings, the chandelier, and other artifacts of material value,
Untoward violation of these rules is obviously not allowed.
Your eyes will not see any money behind cupboards, or walls,
In the attic there is no money,
In the basement there is no money,
Outside there is no money,
Rugs are of no value.
No steeling.
You are being watched by cameras.
Thank you.
Charlie stood back from the podium,
“Well, clear as glass, seventeen.”
“ugh, wull, alls, good, that starts well, wait, thats wrong.”
“You two... Money time.”
They split up looking all through the house.
Joe thought that since there had been thousands of people searching before, that they should look in simi-obvious places, Charlie agreed, but thought that there must be some sort of catch, and that they should just sit down and solve the riddle. But then Joe pointed out that there was no riddle to solve.
Everybody crossed each others paths all ways asking vainly if they had found any clues.
Hours past, they had lunch, then dinner. they finely sat and thought after a riddle. not finding any they eventually, heard the bus coming and gathered up their things and left.
The melancholy way they arrived told the waiting orphans the news but there was still much questioning about the house and even more asking about the money by younger orphans that couldn’t tell or care for such non-worded answers. Nova told them all to go to bed which wasn’t all that unreasonable for it was right on their curfew, being worked out that way. All Charlie and Joe wanted to do was rest, and leave the telling for later. For once, Charlie liked the curfew.
The next day, was extraordinary. the breakfast tables were empty except the enormous knot of silent children listening to the children who went to the house tell about the house and explain their experiences and answer the many but correctly asked, questions. After each child spoke, there was an intense roar of applause.
Spike, who, for some reason, didn’t remember any of it, which, was weird because he usually could up until at least five days, stood in the crowed cheering and listing with everyone else.
Afterward, they eat breakfast, and had their normal classes, and went through their normal day.
to be continued............. in chapter two, and in stores next year!
thanks for reading,
Bet you didn't think it possible of me to write so much.
Bye!
This looks a lot like a Mini Cooper, so you could say that it's based on it. The truth is that I just drew it, and that is how it turned out, so what ever.
