Gutter pipes and Eggshells- Chapter 1- Hungry- Rough Draft- Unfinished

May 8, 2013

Thomas was a street rat. Like most people in his little group of street rats, his parents were dead. He didn't know how or what killed them. He just knew that they were dead. It was simple and clear. He didn't complain. He just lived with it. And thats what all the people in there group did; they forgot about there long gone parents. So there they were, parentless, homeless, and foodless. 

All four boys, Thomas, Ethan, Joseph, and Nathaniel, were crouching in an alleyway. There was a small bakery straight across the road. They were conversing quietly as they watched the bakery with hungry eyes.

"Do you think we should break in?" Ethan asks, placing a numbingly cold hand over is mouth, muffling his voice.

"They'd call the police and we'd be sent to an orphanage then!" Joseph says quietly, trying to emphasize the orphanage in the sentence.

There was a moment of silence, then Thomas spoke up. "Maybe we should just act casual then grab something." Everybody considered this.

"I wish we had grappling hooks!" Nathaniel yells loudly.

"Shh!" The boys put there fingers to there lips, silence Nathaniel who guiltily look towards the bumpy pavement ground. Josephs stomach growled. 

"Lets just try what Thomas said. I'm hungry." Joseph grumpily looked at them all. He stood up and held his hand out for the other boys.

Gutter Pipes and Eggshells- Prologue- Mary Walkers Journal

May 22, 2002 

                  My son, Thomas Walker was born today. He is a little underweight at 5 pounds and 6 ounces. But I don't worry about that. He's beautiful. His hair is a honey colour, and he has the most splendid large blue eyes. They shine like stars. Burim wanted to name him Burim Walker Jr., but I told him that would be silly, and Thomas would be so much better. After a while, Burim agreed. I know this is what all moms say to there children, but I just know this; my son is going to shine. He will be the centre of attention wherever he goes. Although I know he's going to be amazing, I also know he's going to struggle. I can see it. I wish I could help him. 

Untitled- First Line( Rough Draft)

The Mechanics fighting style was so much more intricate then what I'd been trained to fight.

Dream Haunters- Prologue- Old Book- Not Very Good

I run through the streets of London. I stop. Monsters everywhere. 'Help.' I scream. 'Help.' A skeleton with a long black cape walks up to me. 'Time to die,' he whispers. He lifts up his dagger and pulls it down in to-

I awake with a start, my heart pumping and my mouth, well, screaming. But no-one comes  to comfort me, except my younger sister. "Whats wrong, Boo." My nick-name, Boo. I love it. Its so adorable. I whisper, "Nothings wrong, Cupcake." We both laugh. Lacey, my younger sister, simply adores her nickname. Then her face is serious again, and we stop laughing. "Then why were you screaming?" she rubs her eyes and lie's her head on my shoulder. I stare in to her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. There shining, gleaming. There so beautiful. "I guess I just have problems, don't I?" I say, and Nia smiles. She hugs me.

"I don't think you have problems."

"Why, thank you," I hop off my bed and hold out my arm to catch Lacey as she jumps off the bed. I catch her in my arms and cradle her back and forth. "Now, lets get ready for school."

"Yeah!" she shrieks, and runs off to her bedroom. Lacey loves school. And it is true that it is more fun home-schooling. Yes, me and Lacey home-school. Yes, our Mum teaches us, Our happy and cheerful Mum- who is quite weird and crazy at times- teaches us, and she makes it quite interesting for Lacey to I to learn. And maybe even fun. 

Once Lacey and I are done getting ready for school, I give her a piggyback down the stairs and in to the 'Schoolroom' otherwise known as the living room. Mum is there looking messy and cheerful as always. "Hi, girls!" she exclaims. "How are you?" I roll my eyes. This is a ridiculous question that she ask every morning. Like, what could've we done in the last 14 hours? I answer still, though. "Good, Mum." And Lacey's high voice echos mine. "I'm good, Mummy!" Mum pinches Lacey's nose and Lacey giggles. "Why that's splendid, my dear." 

"So, Mum, what we learing today?" I ask. My cat, Eshter, rubs her head against my leg. I pet Eshter in return. My Mum pulls her round spectacles off her head and starts to clean them with her shirt. "Today, I'm going to tell you some stories," she says. "About dragons and faeries. And Dream Haunters."

"Dream Haunters?" Lacey tilts her head to the side. "I've never hear of Dream Haunters."

"And why are we jjust going to listen to silly stories all day?" I sigh. "I actully want to learn something." Esther seats herself in my lap.

"And you will. YAbout dragons, and faeries, and Dream Haunters," says Mum. "Once upon a time..."

"M-ooo-m..." I groan.

"There was a good Queen named Eshter," Mumu starts, but is quickly interrupted by Lacey. "Eshter like Emily's cat!" she shrieks. "Esther like Emily's cat." answers Mum. "Anyway, back to the story. There was good Queen named Eshter. And there was also a bad Queen named Vivian. These Queens fought with each other. There Kingdoms were suffering and dying because of this feud-" Mum was cut off by Lacey. 

"Whats a feud?" 

"A war, dear."

"Oh."

"Okay, where was I? Oh, yes! There Kingdoms were suffering and dying because of this feud. So Vivian came up with a cruel plan to end this war. She made a team of mind readers and people who could tell you what your dream meant, and she called this team 'The Dream Haunters'. So, one dark and stormy night, the Dream Haunters snuck in to Esther's brain using there magic and-" I groan. "What is it, Emily?"

"This story is boring." I pet Esther's head.

"Just listen." Mum continues. "Using there magic they haunted Eshter's brain, and made her have nightmares. Terrible, terrible nightmares. Eshter explained her dreams like this:

She would be walking down the streets of London, that is where she lived, and then would be surrounded by monsters, and one monster, a skeleton to be excact, woul hold a dagger and walk up to her, and when it was about to stab her, she would wake up." I suddenly gasp, remembering the dream i had the night before. The excact same dream. Or rather, nightmare. Mum continues, not noticing me gasping for air, "Queen Esther died because of loss of sleep and fear. The legend is that the Dream Haunters are still out there, haunting peoples dreams." Lacey shivers and Mum wraps her in a hug. "Mummy, do you...do you think I will get haunted by the Dream Haunters?" I can see a small tear in Lacey's sapphire blue eye. "No, I don't think you'll be haunted by Dream Haunters, dear," says Mum, trying to comfort Lacey. "I'll be right here to protect you."             

I start running up the stairs to my bedroom. I have to learn more about this. I don't think its true. No! I can;t think its true! Just a myth. A fairytale. 

I think I might be haunted by Dream Haunters.

Untitled- Chapter 1- Rough Draft- Wrote This A while A Go- Not Very Good

PURPLE, BLUE, AND PINK

CHAPTER 1

Every year on September 1st, the Spy Kids mailing committee, mails 18 kids, 9 are girls, 9 are boys. The mailing committee only calls on the best to be in the Spy Kids program.

“What are the names of the kids, Rolando?” the Headmaster asked.

The Headmaster was a tall man dressed in white head to toe. He had a long white beard and white hair, and icy blue eyes.

“The boys are, Nick, Chris, Aaron, Blake, Malcolm, Kyle, Xavier, Seth, and Dominic.” Rolando said, looking at his scroll that had the names of the children.

Rolando was a bit on the short side and had a black goatee. His black hair was slicked back and he had a frown on his face at all times.

“Yes, all right. The girls?” the Headmaster asked.

“The girls names are, Annita, Jessica, Heidi , Sarah, Clarissa, Bridget, Neshia , Paige, and Tabitha.” Rolando said, reading the girl names on the scroll

“Hmmm...” the Headmaster said, lost in thought. “sounds like a good group of kids.”

“Yes, sir.” Rolando said “The messengers outdid there selves.”

Yes, indeed. Can I see the files of the children?”

“Here, sir.”

Rolando passed the Headmaster the files. The files had information and a picture of the child.

The Headmaster handed Rolando the files.

“You may leave.” the Headmaster said.

“Yes, sir.” Rolando said, bowing. Then Rolando scurried out of the room.

The new spy kids walked through the front gates of the big castle. There were Professors that used to be spy’s down the sides by the walls and the Headmaster was in the middle. The kids were whispering to each other when the Headmaster spoke.

“Welcome, children.” his voice boomed. “I would like to split you in to boys and girls groups.”

He looked at the scroll. “Nick and Annita.” the Headmaster pointed for Nick to go on his left and Annita to his right. “Chris and Jessica.” he pointed to the left and right. “Aaron and Heidi, Blake and Sarah, Malcolm and Clarissa, Kyle and Bridget, Xavier and Neshia, Seth and Paige, and last, Dominic and Tabitha.”

Now all the kids were in groups of girls and boys.

“Follow me.” the Headmaster said, gesturing for the children to follow him.

The Headmaster lead them down a long hall. The children gazed at the pictures. There were pictures of spy’s and Professors. The Professors followed behind the children to see that they didn’t sneak out all though that was quite unlikely. They reached the end of the hall. There were big doors in front with sword carved in to each side. The handles were real gold. The Headmaster gestured to some Professors to open the door, and two Professors walked over and opened the door.

“He’s lazy, isn’t he?” Chris whispered.

“He’s not lazy.” Annita snapped. “He’s just old.”

The children all gasped when the Professors opened the door. There were to large tables and two big bench’s on either sides of them. Up by the front of the room there was another large table with chairs behind it, the middle chair was the largest. Hanging above two of the tables were two colourful banners, one said GIRLS and the other, BOYS. The Headmaster pushed the boys to the table with the banner BOYS, and the girls with the one that said GIRLS. All the kids sat down. The Headmaster and the Professors went to the table in the front and sat down in there chairs. The Headmaster sat in the biggest one.

“Welcome to you’re first year new students.” the Headmaster shouted. “Second year students, please come down.”

9 boys came down the left hand side stairs, and 9 girls came down the right hand side stairs.

“Third year.” the Headmaster shouted.

18 boys and girls came down the stairs.

“Fourth year, fifth year, sixth year, seventh year, and ninth year.”

Now that there were 162 boys and girls in the room, chatter filled the room and erased the silence.

“SILENCE!” the Headmaster boomed, and everybody silenced immediately. “New girl students will go with Professor Helvetica after we are done with the rules to assign you in to groups of three and to be given you’re colour.”

A Professor in purple robes who must of been Professor Helvetica, stood up, then sat back down again.

“And new boy students will go with Professor Hector.”

Professor Hector, who was in blue robes, stood up then sat down again.

“That is the boys side and that is the girls side.” the Headmaster said, pointing to the stairways. “There are 54 rooms in this castle and each group of three, 27 in the boys dormitory and 27 in the girls. You will get you’re colour and you will be called by that colour, for example I was called White when I was a student and Professor Bacsten was called Green.”

Professor Bacsten, who was wearing green robes, smiled.

“We don’t want to have to deal with fights and floor five is off limits.” the Headmaster continued.

A person that had grey hair put up in to a tight bun and brown robes stood up. “Remember to tell them to be clean, White.”

“Oh, yes. This is our castle cleaner, Rudy. Keep pretty clean, or else Rudy gets grumpy and she might not even clean you’re room!”

The kids nodded there heads then went back to fiddling there thumbs or wiggling there toes or quietly talking to there neighbour.

“Now new girl students go with Professor Helvetica, and new boy students go with Professor Hector, and the rest of you back to you’re rooms.”

The second years students and the older ones left back to there rooms and the new boy and girl students jumped out of there seat and rushed to there Professor.

“Follow me, girls.” Professor Helvetica said.

“Come, boys.” Professor Hector said.

The new students followed there Professors, who walked up spiralling stairs.

Once the girls reached Professor Helvetica’s classroom they all sat down on some chairs and Professor Helvetica headed to the front of the classroom.

“Annita Wilson.” Professor Helvetica said, reading a envelope that she picked from a colourful box beside her.

Annita stood up. She was a tall girl with long white-blond hair. Annita strutted to the front of the room and stood beside Professor Helvetica.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope and read, “Black.”

In black ink and messy handwriting, the word “BLACK” appeared above Annita’s head. Annita was dressed in a Black long sleeved shirt and in a black skirt and a black streak zoomed across her white-blond hair.

“Wow!” Annita said, running her finger across the black streak, awe struck.

“Yes. Now back in to you’re chair.” Professor Helvetica said, pushing Annita back to her chair.

Professor Helvetica picked another envelope. “Neshia Merton.”

Neshia stood up. She had black hair in a loose ponytail with pieces of hair falling out.

Professor Helvetica read the letter, “White.”

The same thing that happened to Annita happened to Neshia, except in white. After it was done Neshia sat down again.

“Tabitha Taggert.” Professor Helvetica said.

Tabitha now stood up. She, like Neshia, had black hair.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope. “Grey.”

Tabitha was clothed in grey and given a grey streak. Tabitha sat down again.

“That is our first group.” Professor Helvetica said.

“May we go now, Professor?” Annita asked sweetly.

“Not yet, dear.” Professor Helvetica said. “You go once everybody has a colour.”

Professor Hector led the new boys up the left hand stairs.

“You boys excited to become spy’s?” Professor Hector asked.

“Boy, are we.” Malcolm said. “Right, boys?”

“Yeah.” the boys said.

The boys walk in to a room similar to the girls and sat down in the chairs. Professor Hector picks an envelope, and then adjust his round spectacles and read the envelope, “Kyle Zook.”

Kyle looks around anxiously. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Professor Hector said, pointing to his right.

Kyle got up and walked to Professor Hector’s side. Professor Hector opened the envelope and read, “Green.”

The messy handwriting spelled

The messy hand writing saying “GREEN” appeared above Kyle’s head. Kyle clothes turned in to a green long sleeve shirt and green pants and black belt and a tiny bit of green went through his blond hair.

“Neat-o!” Nick said.

“Cool!” Chris said.

Kyle ran back to his seat and sat down. Professor Hector read another envelope from the colourful box, “Chris Wenzel.”

Chris stood up immediately and walked over to Professor Hector.

“Whats my colour?” Chris asked.

“I am getting to that.” Professor Hector said impatiently, adjusting his spectacles again.

Professor Hector read the envelope and said, “Purple.”

“PURPLE” appeared above Chris’s head. Chris’s body was swallowed in to a sea of purple, and last a pinch of purple was added to his hair and a black belt was added to his waist.

“Purples my fave colour!” Chris said, rubbing his dark brown hair.

“Yes, cool, Chris. Next.” Professor Hector said shoving Chris back in to his seat.

“Nick Vail .” Professor Hector read.

Nick jumped out of his seat.

“Blue.”

Nick was covered in blue like Kyle and Chris and the hand writing spelled “Blue” over his head. Then Nick sat down with is group.

“Hey, Blue.” Chris said to Nick.

“Hi ya, Purple.” Nick said to Chris.

“Give a hand for are first group!” Professor Hector said, putting his hands together.

The boys clapped.

“Clarissa Plunket.” Professor Helvetica said.

Clarissa got up and started towards Professor Helvetica without saying a word, but she stumbled on her feet and fell on to her face. All the girls laughed except Jessica and Sarah. Jessica and Sarah helped Clarissa up. Clarissa looked at them and nodded, then she went to stand beside Professor Helvetica.

“Blue.”

Messy blue hand writing saying “BLUE” appears above Clarissa’s head and blue is swallowed in to a tornado of blue. A long blue streak appears in her waist long hair. Clarissa carefully walks back, whispering to herself. Professor Helvetica takes another envelope from the colourful box and read, “Jessica Burgess.”

“You’re colour is purple.” Professor Helvetica said, when Jessica was walking to the front of the room.

Jessica was immersed in purple. The purple streak zoomed down her brown ponytail, and the purple messy hand writing appeared above her head

“That was amazing!” Jessica shrieked, and Annita rolled her eyes.

Jessica walked back to her chair beside Clarissa’s, with a smile on her face.

“Sarah Unger.” Professor Helvetica said.

Sarah got out of her seat, pulling her fingers through her dirty blond, wavy, shoulder length hair.

“Colour.” Sarah said impatiently, popping a piece of gum in her mouth.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope, “Pink.”

The same messy hand writing spelled the word “PINK” above Sarah’s head. Instead of a shirt and skirt, Sarah got a knee length dress and elbow length sleeves

“Beautiful.” Sarah murmured, examining her pink dress.

Sarah sat down beside Clarissa because she thought Jessica would be really noisy.

“Group two is finished! One more to go.” Professor Helvetica exclaimed.

“Group two.” Professor Hector murmured, sticking his hand in the colourful box. “Xavier Graff.”

Xavier was tall and had messy dark brown hair and large emerald green eyes.

“Orange.”

“ORANGE” appeared above Xavier’s head, and Xavier was given a orange suit and a black belt and a bit of orange in his dark brown hair. Xavier sat back down without saying a word.

“Aaron Salzar. That’s not a very good spy name, Aaron?” Professor Hector said.

“Short for Armando.” Aaron said, standing up.

“That’s a better spy name.” Professor Hector said. “Yellow.”

The word “YELLOW” Glowed bright above Armando’s head. Armando was given his yellow outfit, then he sat down again,

“Armando’s a cool name.” Xavier whispered when Armando sat down.

“I know,” Armando whispered back. “I thought it was really cool too.”

“And last for this group, Seth.” Professor Hector said. “Now thats a name that will do good for a spy.”

Seth stood up proudly. “I know.”

Professor Hector adjusted his spectacles and read, “Red.”

The words “RED” burned above Seth’s head and a red tornado swallowed Seth up and he came out of the tornado in red clothes a black belt and a pinch of red in his hair.

“Group 2 complete.” Professor Hector said. “Now we are going to do this group quickly because we have to get to dinner after this.” Professor Helvetica said, pulling out the last three envelopes. “Paige, Heidi, and Bridget.”

The three girls stood up and walked over to Professor Helvetica.

“Red,” Professor Helvetica said, putting her hand on Heidi. “Yellow,” now she put her hand on Bridget. “And orange.” she put her hand on Paige.

The girls all transformed and sat back down.

“We are done! congratulations, girls!” Professor Helvetica said. “Oh! I forgot.”

Professor Helvetica snapped her fingers and the colour words above them disappeared.

“Downstairs we go.” Professor Helvetica said, and they all headed put of the room.

“My sister, Professor Helvetica, is telling me to hurry up on my spy watch, so I will do you last ones at once.” Professor Hector said.

“Your sister is Professor Helvetica?” Nick laughed.

“And your letting her boss you around?” Chris teased.

“She’s my older sister, and I want her to respect me, so I respect her.” Professor Hector said.

“Cheesy.” Nick whispered to Chris.

“Really cheesy.” Chris whispered to Nick, about to burst out laughing.

Professor Hector rolled his eyes then read the two envelopes in his hand, “Blake Cahill, and Dominic Voodsten.”

The boys stood up and said, “Colour?”

“Blake, white, and Dominic, Grey.” Professor Hector said, reading the envelope.

Blake and Dominic were dressed in there colour and had the messy hand writing write there colours above there head’s. Then they sat down again.

“Who’s the last one in our group?” Dominic asked.

“Malcolm Blackblood.” Professor Hector answered.

Malcolm stood up with a smirk on his face.

“Black.”

Malcolm was dressed like Blake and Dominic, but instead of just a pinch of black in his hair, he was given a black lightning strike in his blond hair.

“Special.” Professor Hector said, examining Malcolm’s lighting strike. “Well, lets get downstairs for dinner.”

The boys followed Professor Hector down the stairs for dinner.