My notes before starting to write again. So here I am again. Embarking on this challenge to write a book in 30 days. February only has 28 days, buy since I did this for 2 days last year, that will equal 30. In order to prepare for this, I went back and read the previous chapters. And they are awesome. There are a few typos. And errors. Just keep in mind that this is my writing laboratory. After I am done with this challenge then I will go back and edit and rewrite. If you have any suggestions, leave them in the comments. You can help write this book.
I actually started writing chapter 5 and then I found another version I had written a year ago. It is interesting how I went in a similar direction. I will let you choose which version to use.
And so here is chapter 5.
Chapter 5 (From a year ago)
Pixocero Public School for the Incredibly Gifted and Otherwise
Bacon Cove, Newfoundland, Canada
The sound of the train rolling into the station was incredibly loud as always. Metal grinding against metal as the conductor applied the brakes. Smoke filled the air and billowed around the bystanders on the platform. Munder wondered at all of this. He could never figure out why this top of the line electric train behaved like a 19th century steam engine. This in addition to how it even got to Newfoundland in the first place. He could never quite figure that out either. He had been at Pixocero for many, many years. In fact he was a former student himself. He now worked as the groundskeeper which proved to be somewhat of a difficult task considering he was just over two feet tall.
With his red curly beard and pointed ears it wasn’t difficult to guess where he got his stature. His family never understood why he would take a job. It wasn’t in their nature. As leprechauns, they simply took gold where they could find it and horded it in their secret vaults. Munder was different though. Somehow he had been blessed (or cursed, depending on who you were) with a good work ethic. He always found the thieving lifestyle to be lazy. He never felt good about himself when he was thieving gold. He enjoyed a hard day’s work.
And now it was part of that job to pick up the students for the upcoming school year here at the train station. He could see inside the windows and he was able to pick out a few faces that he recognized from last year. He was glad a few of them had returned. Others not so much. The entire train was filled with students and so it would take a while to get them all situated on the platform and ready to take back to the school. One of the other things that he never really understood was why, since it was a magic train, it wasn’t able to just show up at the school? Why did it have to show up at a train station 20 miles from the school? It was just one of those things that would never make any sense.
The older, returning students were first off the train. They greeted Munder by name, all excited to see him. He smiled back at them and directed them to the staging area before they would all begin the walk back to the school. He saw one boy, a new student, as he was getting off the train. He had white hair and pink eyes. He was an albino. He was dressed in expensive clothing and had brand new luggage. He spoke with a dignified air and one could easily see that he came from a wealthy family. The new boy approached Munder and said, “Oh look at the little wee man! Isn’t it cute! I shall have to ask my father to buy me one! It would make for a wonderful pet!”
Munder stood there fuming. His face turned bright read and smoke started coming out of his ears. He said in his booming baritone, “What is your name boy?”
The boy, sensing his authority, faltered. “Bravo MacCoy sir. I’m sorry sir. I didn’t think that you were real.”
“Of course I am real boy! Haven’t you ever seen a leprechaun before! I can make your life a living hell boy! You had better learn to be more careful about who you are speaking to and how you address them. I can easily teach you some respect!”
The boy cowered and backed away. His friends snickering and giggling at his defeat.
Chapter 5 (New Version)
PPS, bacon cove, Newfoundland (that’s in Canada)
After the ride on the train Terry was exhausted. It was a ridiculously long train ride. In fact, Terry didn’t understand why he even had to ride a train. Were there really no airports that could get him close? He didn’t want to spend any more time thinking about the train ride. That would be ridiculous. Why would he spend so much time belaboring something so ridiculous as a train ride where he met some very strange characters who probably won’t even impact his time while at school.
Someone shouted his name.
The voice sounded very large. And there was a strange accent to it. It sounded like it should belong to a cockney giant. Or half giant at the very least.
Terry looked around but he couldn’t locate the source.
He heard the voice again.
“Over here you fool!” The voice boomed. It wasn’t that it was necessarily loud. It was just a big voice. One that could fill a forest.
Terry found him. He was a tiny man. He couldn’t have been more than 3 ft tall. But his head and hands were much too large for his body. It wasn’t clear how his neck supported such a mass. His head was nearly as wide as his shoulders.
The man reached out a massive man paw to Terry and said in the strangely booming voice, “I’m Sadgrin. I’m the groundskeeper here at the school. I also like to befriend young male students and invite them to my home. But never in a creepy way.”
Terry hesitantly shook the massive meat hook.
“I’m Terry Copper. I lost my parents at a young age and have very low self esteem which causes me to perform poorly in school. But I usually get extremely lucky when it matters most.”
Sadgrin smiled. It was a hideous site. Crooked teeth and bits of broccoli or perhaps kale. “I know who you are Terry. I’ve been watching you since you were a baby. But not in a creepy way of course.”
“Of course not. I’m perfectly okay with that. You must have known my parents then.”
Sadgrin smiled again, “Actually no.” And he held that smile a few seconds too long.
“Oh,” said Terry.
“Well come along then,” said Sadgrin. There are a lot more students to process. Go get in the carriage.
Terry did as instructed.
As he sat down and looked around, he began to wonder what the next nine months of so of his life would bring. He had researched the school somewhat and M had told him quite a bit. He wasn’t sure if she had actually been here, as teacher or student, or not. But she did seem to know an awful lot about the place.
He knew that Professor Stumblemore was old. Very old. M had told him that many times he came across as downright crazy. He liked to give off the impression that he was a very powerful wizard, but when it came down to it, he could barely tie his own shoes. This didn’t concern Terry very much since he figured he wouldn’t be spending much time with the school’s headmaster. It was not very likely that the headmaster would ever spend an excessive amount of time alone with a student or take him on dangerous adventures.
As Terry sat pensively, he felt the weight of the carriage shift slightly. Again he thought to himself, “Seriously? Carriages? Why not cars?” This wizarding thing was going to take some getting used to.
He looked over at the new passengers who had just climbed into the carriage. As he looked at them, he hoped that these students would not become his best friends over the course of their years together at school. But he also could not help but think that their strategic placement in the same carriage may influence that destiny in ways that were completely out of his control.
The shaggy haired boy spoke first. He looked filthy. He smelled filthy. In fact, he reminded Terry of the homeless man that he had once come across when he was leaving M’s shop. Except he was a kid. He was probably about the same age as Terry. He had greasy skin and bad teeth. His pock marked face was evidence of an all too recent acne infestation.
“Donald Beesly’s the name!” and he stuck out his filthy right hand. It was covered in dirt or grease or perhaps something else even more unmentionable. Terry looked at the hand and grimaced. He didn’t move to shake it, but replied matter of factly, “Terry Copper.”
The boy and the girl blinked and stared. Then they looked at each other in disbelief. They turned back to Terry and then back to each other.
This process repeated itself the necessary amount of times to produce a comedic affect without being overly awkward.
The girl spoke next. She had very long unkempt hair and very large eyes. They seemed to bulge from her head when she spoke. “I’m Morphiana Ranger. Yes I know it is a strange name. But it isn’t strange where I come from. My parents were big fans of the Matrix and they really wanted a boy named Morpheus. Since I am obviously not a boy, I was a huge disappointment and they gave me a name that they hoped would shame me for the rest of my life. But I love it. I think that it is a great name for a mighty witch like me.”
Terry replied, “What is your middle name?”
Morphiana said without hesitating, “Powder. My parents also really liked the movie Powder. However, that would have been a horrible name even for a boy.”
“And you are a mighty witch?” asked Donald.
Terry said, “So, you as you gain more renown in your witch career you will be known as ‘Mighty Morphiana Powder Ranger’?”
Morphiana suddenly became very quiet. She had a look on her face as if she was contemplating something very serious. Suddenly she shrieked, “That is fantastic!” I love it! It is absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much Terry! It isn’t every day you meet someone famous and they help you find a wonderful witch name!”
Terry felt something odd. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was. He might be able to figure it out with a thesaurus, but he wouldn’t worry about it for just now. He said, “Wait, who’s famous?”
Donald looked at Terry and replied, “Well you are. Didn’t you know? Ever since That-One-Dude killed your parents and you survived.”
Terry felt something other feel that he couldn’t determine. “What do you mean my parents were killed? They died in an accident of now suspicious nature at all.”
At this point Morphiana, who had been musing over her name, cried out, “Oh Terry!” and threw her arms around him. “I’m so sorry you had to find out this way! There are so many things that are probably being kept from you and would make your life so much easier if people would simply tell them to you before it was too late.”
Terry felt sick at these new revelations. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He wished that he could speak with M. He wished that he was back home again, even if that meant putting up with his grandmother. He started to get out of the carriage when it started moving. The doors shut automatically and a voice shouted, “Next stop Pixocero School for the Incredibly Gifted and Otherwise!”
Terry realized that he wasn’t going anywhere so he sat back down. As the carriages started moving, he thought to himself, “Well, what’s the worst that could happen?”