part 1 chapters 1-3
Chapter One
A Slight exaggeration
Mr Higgins was one of those people toi just didn’t want to annoy – toi know the type. Ever met someone like that? If so you’ll be familiar with my situation. Like I said, toi just didn’t want to traverser, croix Mr Higgins. When he was angry, he made sure everyone knew about it - like the time he broke the door. Jenny had asked for an eraser. Big mistake. He went berserk! He gave Mark a zero in a history test because Mark had forgotten to brush his teeth. But that was nothing. He threw a board rubber across the classroom at Tom; Tom ducked, so it hit the computer instead, causing it burst into flames. Tom was very short on pocket money after that. And then he went on rampage and recruited a zombie horde. Okay, a slight exaggeration there, but it would make a good story…
We crept cautiously into the classroom, knees knocking, teeth chattering. What would he do today? The teaching assistant called the register in a monotone before bidding us to sit noiselessly in the stale silence. We did as we were asked. After a few minutes the teaching assistant gulped and said:
“He’s coming.”
A cacophony of clattering and scraping rippled across the classroom as we straightened our ties and sat up in our chairs. Mr Higgins entered the room, slamming the now non – existent door behind him.
“Janet, see me after class, your hair’s too long,” were his first words, “and toi too Rhiannon, yours is too short.”
They exchanged terrified glances behind his back. Nat tried to pass a note to Jacob, but instead knocked his pencil off his desk. Mr Higgins turned his foreboding gaze to the shaking school boy. His light brown eyes were darkening, turning a deep shade of red. He started frothing at the mouth. Mr Higgins walked forwards, and sank his rotting teeth into recruit number one and Nat the zombie rose from his chair.
Chapter two
GPS
“Did it work?” Doctor flamin’-Gorgeous-and-utterly-awesomely-talented (Dr G for short) asked.
R M I checked the GPS on his smart-phone.
“He’s certainly moving around a lot.” It a dit (no-one was completely sure of its gender, ou if it even had one.)
“Check the camera, GPS won’t help.” Dr G snapped, miffed that an apprentice trained par the fabulous yours truly could be so stupid.
“Oh yeah…” R M I opened the CCTV app.
Dr G snatched the device from his hand.
“What’s he doing?” R M I enquired.
“Bein’ a raving idiot, just like you.”
“Oh.” when Dr G didn’t reply he said, “So what now?”
“Well, what was the plan?” Dr G sighed, exasperated.
“Which step?” R M I asked yet another question.
“Phase, not step, its highly un-professional” Dr G was on the verge of a tantrum.
“Yeah, I know, but which step?” R M I whined.
“Well, we’ve just completed PHASE two. What comes after two?” Dr G couldn’t stand it much longer.
“Step three!”
“Arrgggggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.................”
Chapter three
Cain
Cain was breaking out across the school. Mr Higgins was going mad. He hadn’t bitten anyone else yet, but poor old Nat; he was pilling the pressure on him. Asking (well, I wouldn’t say asking, it was plus like forcing) him to do things too unreasonable to be published and giving him plus even homework than the rest of us. And that’s saying something. He’d already dished out several essays and projects, all to be in for the suivant day. And what’s more, none of them are educational. Every single one of them is boring, hard work and utterly pointless. That’s probably the whole point. Mr Higgins had already declared himself head master and no-one had complained. The news of his unexpected transformation had spread fast. Mr Higgins had asked me to fetch Nat, who had been sent to fetch the old headmaster who had been sent to fetch...- never mind. I was trying to find Nat when I noticed Primrose (or Prim, she hated her name) was missing. I decided it wouldn’t matter if I followed in her footsteps and tried to escape. Mr Higgins had not yet installed a security system. I knew it would cause havoc, but it was irresistible. I l’amour annoying Mr Higgins. Somehow I managed to sneak out of the building. I was passing a house when I saw through the window a family watching the news on their TV. Prim was on the screen! She appeared to be being interviewed, images of Mr Higgins leading a horde of children and teachers, wrecking the joint, ripping anyone who refused to rejoindre limb from limb. Something was wrong. He was probably the most unreasonable teachers on the planet, yes, but he wouldn’t do this of his own free will. I mean, he was a zombie, but I read somewhere that zombies still have full control of the actions, apart from a tendency to side up with the master…
That was it! All I had to do was figure out who exactly made Mr Higgins a zombie. They must have killed him, and brought him back. His allegiance will be towards his ‘creator’. Who could it be? What I didn’t think of at the time was that I’d be too busy saving to world to be écriture a story, no matter how amazingly talented I turned out to be (which is, quite a lot) So I, the stunningly clever and radiantly beautiful Hope Fitz-Grogen must now hand toi over to a friend of mine…
Hope knew what she had to do. But could she do it alone? Of course she could! Hope pulled out her mobile and called Prim. Her and Prim weren’t particularly close, but they had exchanged phone numbers. Prim answered. “Hello?”
“Hi Prim, it’s me, Hope.”
“Hi Hope.”
“Prim, where are you?”
“I could ask toi the same question! It’s not three o’clock yet!”
“Prim, please, where are you?”
“By the station, I’m catching a train home.”
“Wait! I’ll… I’ll give toi a lift!”
And she hung up. Hope owned something most eleven an olds wouldn’t dare to dream of using, let alone owning. She opened the garage, hopped onto her motor bike and pulled on her helmet, which was plus to disguise her age than protect her head. It took about ten minutes to get to the station. She waved as Prim hurried over.
“Hi Hope. I live about twenty minutes in that direction.” Prim explained, waving vaguely north-east.
“I’m afraid you’re not going home, Prim.” Hope replied.
“W-why?” Prim was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Err-well, your Mum won’t be very happy with toi if toi turn up early, will she? No plus questions just get on the bike. And hold tight!”
Prim pulled on the spare casque and swung her leg over the bike. “Okay, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s go.” Prim yelled.
Hope accelerated and Prim screamed.
* * * * *
They arrived outside a grey building and walked inside.
“Hope, where are we?” asked Prim, nervously.
Hope didn’t reply.
“Hope, I don’t like this.” Prim spoke again.
Hope murmured something to a lady behind a counter, before leading the way up a staircase and walking into what appeared to be a sort of interrogation room. It was very business-like and modern, a silver netbook upon a swish surface, filing cabinet lining most of the walls. A girl sat behind the netbook, looking at Hope. Hope nodded and she placed her fingers on the keyboard.
“Take a seat, Prim” Hope said, pointing to a leather chair on one side of a meeting table. This time Hope spoke to the other girl in a plus official sort of voice, “Primrose Charlton, eleven years old, suspect one.”
“Suspect?” Prim gave Hope a half perplexed, half appalled stare.
“Don’t worry Prim, It’s nothing. Want a coke?” Hope reassured her. Hope was a very good actress and easily convinced her. Prim was convinced.
“Oh, yes please”
Hope opened the filing cabinet and produced two cans of coke.
“Diet ou normal?” She asked.
“Diet, please. I can’t be doing with all that sugar.”
“What about you, Merissolla?”
“Don’t call me that!” as soon as it came out Merissolla knew she shouldn’t have done it. Who was she to contradict Agent Grogen? Hope had saved her life. She should be grateful. Hope was merciful. She read the frightened expression on Merissolla’s face and said, “Sorry, what shall I call you?”
Merissolla was shocked, but still cautious. She hesitated, before replying, “The council gave me a new name.”
“Go on” a dit Hope expectantly.
“I-I can’t- well, I’ve forgotten it” Merissolla cringed as she spoke.
“I’ll check with the office later” and with that Hope sat down to do her job.
* * * * *
“So, did toi get all that, M?” Hope called
“You can call me Merissolla for now, if it’s easier.” Merissolla offered.
“No. We must find toi a temporary name.” Hope answered.
“Just till toi go to the office?” Merissolla asked, confused.
Hope looked out of the window, “No. We’re going to let toi chose a name.”
* * * * *
“No one would have guessed toi were anything other than a normal girl! I just can’t believe it!” Prim said, still unable to take it in.
“Well, you’re gonna have to get over it, Prim, we’ve got lots of work to do” Hope snapped. They’d just left the head quarters and Hope was fed up of Prim garbling on about her being a ‘Spy’; maybe she would have to brainwash her. “What do toi mean, we” Prim asked suspiciously.
“Well, toi don’t want to go back to school do you?” Hope questioned.
Prim didn’t answer, so Hope spoke again, “The other alternative is to place toi in protective custody…-”
“-I’ll help” a dit Prim quickly.
“I knew toi would” Hope smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Chapter One
A Slight exaggeration
Mr Higgins was one of those people toi just didn’t want to annoy – toi know the type. Ever met someone like that? If so you’ll be familiar with my situation. Like I said, toi just didn’t want to traverser, croix Mr Higgins. When he was angry, he made sure everyone knew about it - like the time he broke the door. Jenny had asked for an eraser. Big mistake. He went berserk! He gave Mark a zero in a history test because Mark had forgotten to brush his teeth. But that was nothing. He threw a board rubber across the classroom at Tom; Tom ducked, so it hit the computer instead, causing it burst into flames. Tom was very short on pocket money after that. And then he went on rampage and recruited a zombie horde. Okay, a slight exaggeration there, but it would make a good story…
We crept cautiously into the classroom, knees knocking, teeth chattering. What would he do today? The teaching assistant called the register in a monotone before bidding us to sit noiselessly in the stale silence. We did as we were asked. After a few minutes the teaching assistant gulped and said:
“He’s coming.”
A cacophony of clattering and scraping rippled across the classroom as we straightened our ties and sat up in our chairs. Mr Higgins entered the room, slamming the now non – existent door behind him.
“Janet, see me after class, your hair’s too long,” were his first words, “and toi too Rhiannon, yours is too short.”
They exchanged terrified glances behind his back. Nat tried to pass a note to Jacob, but instead knocked his pencil off his desk. Mr Higgins turned his foreboding gaze to the shaking school boy. His light brown eyes were darkening, turning a deep shade of red. He started frothing at the mouth. Mr Higgins walked forwards, and sank his rotting teeth into recruit number one and Nat the zombie rose from his chair.
Chapter two
GPS
“Did it work?” Doctor flamin’-Gorgeous-and-utterly-awesomely-talented (Dr G for short) asked.
R M I checked the GPS on his smart-phone.
“He’s certainly moving around a lot.” It a dit (no-one was completely sure of its gender, ou if it even had one.)
“Check the camera, GPS won’t help.” Dr G snapped, miffed that an apprentice trained par the fabulous yours truly could be so stupid.
“Oh yeah…” R M I opened the CCTV app.
Dr G snatched the device from his hand.
“What’s he doing?” R M I enquired.
“Bein’ a raving idiot, just like you.”
“Oh.” when Dr G didn’t reply he said, “So what now?”
“Well, what was the plan?” Dr G sighed, exasperated.
“Which step?” R M I asked yet another question.
“Phase, not step, its highly un-professional” Dr G was on the verge of a tantrum.
“Yeah, I know, but which step?” R M I whined.
“Well, we’ve just completed PHASE two. What comes after two?” Dr G couldn’t stand it much longer.
“Step three!”
“Arrgggggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.................”
Chapter three
Cain
Cain was breaking out across the school. Mr Higgins was going mad. He hadn’t bitten anyone else yet, but poor old Nat; he was pilling the pressure on him. Asking (well, I wouldn’t say asking, it was plus like forcing) him to do things too unreasonable to be published and giving him plus even homework than the rest of us. And that’s saying something. He’d already dished out several essays and projects, all to be in for the suivant day. And what’s more, none of them are educational. Every single one of them is boring, hard work and utterly pointless. That’s probably the whole point. Mr Higgins had already declared himself head master and no-one had complained. The news of his unexpected transformation had spread fast. Mr Higgins had asked me to fetch Nat, who had been sent to fetch the old headmaster who had been sent to fetch...- never mind. I was trying to find Nat when I noticed Primrose (or Prim, she hated her name) was missing. I decided it wouldn’t matter if I followed in her footsteps and tried to escape. Mr Higgins had not yet installed a security system. I knew it would cause havoc, but it was irresistible. I l’amour annoying Mr Higgins. Somehow I managed to sneak out of the building. I was passing a house when I saw through the window a family watching the news on their TV. Prim was on the screen! She appeared to be being interviewed, images of Mr Higgins leading a horde of children and teachers, wrecking the joint, ripping anyone who refused to rejoindre limb from limb. Something was wrong. He was probably the most unreasonable teachers on the planet, yes, but he wouldn’t do this of his own free will. I mean, he was a zombie, but I read somewhere that zombies still have full control of the actions, apart from a tendency to side up with the master…
That was it! All I had to do was figure out who exactly made Mr Higgins a zombie. They must have killed him, and brought him back. His allegiance will be towards his ‘creator’. Who could it be? What I didn’t think of at the time was that I’d be too busy saving to world to be écriture a story, no matter how amazingly talented I turned out to be (which is, quite a lot) So I, the stunningly clever and radiantly beautiful Hope Fitz-Grogen must now hand toi over to a friend of mine…
Hope knew what she had to do. But could she do it alone? Of course she could! Hope pulled out her mobile and called Prim. Her and Prim weren’t particularly close, but they had exchanged phone numbers. Prim answered. “Hello?”
“Hi Prim, it’s me, Hope.”
“Hi Hope.”
“Prim, where are you?”
“I could ask toi the same question! It’s not three o’clock yet!”
“Prim, please, where are you?”
“By the station, I’m catching a train home.”
“Wait! I’ll… I’ll give toi a lift!”
And she hung up. Hope owned something most eleven an olds wouldn’t dare to dream of using, let alone owning. She opened the garage, hopped onto her motor bike and pulled on her helmet, which was plus to disguise her age than protect her head. It took about ten minutes to get to the station. She waved as Prim hurried over.
“Hi Hope. I live about twenty minutes in that direction.” Prim explained, waving vaguely north-east.
“I’m afraid you’re not going home, Prim.” Hope replied.
“W-why?” Prim was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Err-well, your Mum won’t be very happy with toi if toi turn up early, will she? No plus questions just get on the bike. And hold tight!”
Prim pulled on the spare casque and swung her leg over the bike. “Okay, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s go.” Prim yelled.
Hope accelerated and Prim screamed.
* * * * *
They arrived outside a grey building and walked inside.
“Hope, where are we?” asked Prim, nervously.
Hope didn’t reply.
“Hope, I don’t like this.” Prim spoke again.
Hope murmured something to a lady behind a counter, before leading the way up a staircase and walking into what appeared to be a sort of interrogation room. It was very business-like and modern, a silver netbook upon a swish surface, filing cabinet lining most of the walls. A girl sat behind the netbook, looking at Hope. Hope nodded and she placed her fingers on the keyboard.
“Take a seat, Prim” Hope said, pointing to a leather chair on one side of a meeting table. This time Hope spoke to the other girl in a plus official sort of voice, “Primrose Charlton, eleven years old, suspect one.”
“Suspect?” Prim gave Hope a half perplexed, half appalled stare.
“Don’t worry Prim, It’s nothing. Want a coke?” Hope reassured her. Hope was a very good actress and easily convinced her. Prim was convinced.
“Oh, yes please”
Hope opened the filing cabinet and produced two cans of coke.
“Diet ou normal?” She asked.
“Diet, please. I can’t be doing with all that sugar.”
“What about you, Merissolla?”
“Don’t call me that!” as soon as it came out Merissolla knew she shouldn’t have done it. Who was she to contradict Agent Grogen? Hope had saved her life. She should be grateful. Hope was merciful. She read the frightened expression on Merissolla’s face and said, “Sorry, what shall I call you?”
Merissolla was shocked, but still cautious. She hesitated, before replying, “The council gave me a new name.”
“Go on” a dit Hope expectantly.
“I-I can’t- well, I’ve forgotten it” Merissolla cringed as she spoke.
“I’ll check with the office later” and with that Hope sat down to do her job.
* * * * *
“So, did toi get all that, M?” Hope called
“You can call me Merissolla for now, if it’s easier.” Merissolla offered.
“No. We must find toi a temporary name.” Hope answered.
“Just till toi go to the office?” Merissolla asked, confused.
Hope looked out of the window, “No. We’re going to let toi chose a name.”
* * * * *
“No one would have guessed toi were anything other than a normal girl! I just can’t believe it!” Prim said, still unable to take it in.
“Well, you’re gonna have to get over it, Prim, we’ve got lots of work to do” Hope snapped. They’d just left the head quarters and Hope was fed up of Prim garbling on about her being a ‘Spy’; maybe she would have to brainwash her. “What do toi mean, we” Prim asked suspiciously.
“Well, toi don’t want to go back to school do you?” Hope questioned.
Prim didn’t answer, so Hope spoke again, “The other alternative is to place toi in protective custody…-”
“-I’ll help” a dit Prim quickly.
“I knew toi would” Hope smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
The other side's covered in dust
toi can only see ahead
But not back again...
There's no time for disappointment
No time to look back and cry
We gotta go ahead and see to the future
Cuz there's so much plus to be done then
Look to the future
We will see ahead
Nobody's gonna wipe up the other side
toi can't look back now, just see to the future
The future's so much plus important than the past
So why weep over the memories?
Just plan ahead for the future
And toi will find it's worth it
The one-way glass
Is a wonderful thing to have
And it helps toi to stop worrying over your troubles,
To go ahead and shoot for the future
We will not look back to the past
Cuz it's covered in dust, no one can see through
Just go ahead and look to the future
The clear future that everyone sees
So I wore my purple robe
Cuz it matched you
But one thing's for sure...
Nothin's ever gonna be the same again
Even though toi and I look the same
In our hearts, we're both broken
Like shattered pieces of glass
We were dancin at the ball
When someone pushed us over
They knocked our drinks away
We locked eyes...nothin was the same from then
It's a tragedy
But it's the painful truth
Nothin has been pleasant from that moment on
When the horrible thing striked
We knew nothin was ever gonna be the same
We accepted it, but it was hard to
I started to bawl my eyes out...
It was a difficulty
Nothin is ever gonna be the same...
But we'll always be together in our hearts...
And, well...
Life will go on.
No one's ever gonna stop us again
We're gonna be the champs
Like no other person tonight
We're the awesome ones,
We're unstoppable,
Our mission's clear
We're gonna win it all
Be the étoile, star of the stage
We're gonna rock it 'cross the land
Gonna be heard as the ones
Who revolutionized the world
Bring it on,
Not a ghost ou ghoul's gonna scare us away
We're not gonna look back now
Not even if the world ends, kid
So bring it on.
We're not afraid of you
Cuz we will rock you
Rock you.
Chapter 8 : Epilogue
It is the an 3020, and Kitsunes and Humans live in harmony! The arena was destroyed, and all the guards were fired. geai, jay became the King, he adopted 2 Kitsune Children and ruled with a Healing Hand...
King geai, jay was thinking to himself: "I wonder if there is such a thing as heaven?". When stopped he saw something incredible, an Angel! Not just any Angel, it was Amber!
"Oh Amber!" geai, jay ran up and kissed the Angel Amber and she disappeared. "Was that just a hallucination?" geai, jay asked to himself as she heard Amber's Voice say...
"I l’amour you, Jay, i am Forever yours, we have such beautiful Children, me and you, i will always be in your Heart..."
It is the an 3020, and Kitsunes and Humans live in harmony! The arena was destroyed, and all the guards were fired. geai, jay became the King, he adopted 2 Kitsune Children and ruled with a Healing Hand...
King geai, jay was thinking to himself: "I wonder if there is such a thing as heaven?". When stopped he saw something incredible, an Angel! Not just any Angel, it was Amber!
"Oh Amber!" geai, jay ran up and kissed the Angel Amber and she disappeared. "Was that just a hallucination?" geai, jay asked to himself as she heard Amber's Voice say...
"I l’amour you, Jay, i am Forever yours, we have such beautiful Children, me and you, i will always be in your Heart..."
Chapter 3 : Rage
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" geai, jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, geai, jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" geai, jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed geai, jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as geai, jay could only watch...
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" geai, jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, geai, jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" geai, jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed geai, jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as geai, jay could only watch...
Prologue
Once upon a time, in Ancient Japan, There lived a Kitsune who did know how to love. She was cursed par Warlock to live in her giant Pagoda to be forever alone. She became angry and everyone was afraid of the Kitsune, because she was very different from other people because of her ability to control Wisps and other tools. She was born of the Kitsune Queen and the Japanese Emperor. The Emperor was very Disgusted par their Child and they Abandoned Her. All the Villagers hated Her, and threatened Her if She left, then they would chercher her out and kill her. She thought she would never find her Special One....
Once upon a time, in Ancient Japan, There lived a Kitsune who did know how to love. She was cursed par Warlock to live in her giant Pagoda to be forever alone. She became angry and everyone was afraid of the Kitsune, because she was very different from other people because of her ability to control Wisps and other tools. She was born of the Kitsune Queen and the Japanese Emperor. The Emperor was very Disgusted par their Child and they Abandoned Her. All the Villagers hated Her, and threatened Her if She left, then they would chercher her out and kill her. She thought she would never find her Special One....
