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Chapter 1
Part I
Hello. My name’s Charlie Harold Veilay. I am 10. I live on 379 Leyle Lane, Camellia Ville. It’s not exactly the best street. For example, kookaburras are always chattering at about 190 decibels. The solution? Earmuffs. But that’s not all. The scorching, boiling sun is always shining, making it physically impossible to go outside without getting skin cancer. And I’ve been lectured by Mum about it 65 septillion times. We also always have to park our turquoise Toyota really, really far away and trudge back home. This is strange, considering that about 80% of the houses are on sale, but after all, we do have a gargantuan store.
We only have about 70 houses not for sale on our street, and l know 2 of their inhabitants.
First, there’s Aunt Georgia, on 381 Leyle Lane. She’s a black haired, kind, forgiving person in her mid 40’s. The only weird (And not the only good) thing about her is that she gives free muffins to everyone on the street on Saturday afternoons.
Then, There’s Paul, a bald, red-nosed, 67-year old couch potato from 380 Leyle Lane. He watches news 24/7 (Seriously, can’t they make more kid shows ?). Here are all of his eccentricities:
• Hates melons, but still eats them
• Does dancing while watching news
• Has his Christmas tree up from August until March
• Sometimes wears fins!
Part II
You’ve heard all about my street, so you’ll probably think that if someone moved in, I would start breakdancing and singing . Well, if you did, you STILL don’t know me very well. Because this is how it all started:
I was walking home from the bus stop (Not as long as walking from our car) when I saw 2 humongous grey and yellow trucks with “Marvellous Movers” written on them and a giant, rose red LEASED! stamp on the SALE! Sign. I was surprised for about 0.7 seconds and, after that, just walked away like nothing had happened. I went to bed on the couch (Went to couch sounds weird) at 8:
I was awoken by unfamiliar voices.
“Is the potion ready, Slimefoot? Are the Defra ashes ready, like I asked you 3 weeks ago?
”“Nnn-n-nno.” Slimefoot quivered in fear. “I a-am s-sorry, nmnM-mmm-mast-tar S-skulldeath.” In curiosity, I looked out of the window through the hole in the wooden fence to see two men. Must have been the new neighbours.
“SORRY IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU ARE MY ONLY SERVANT! KILLERT, FIRETAIL, DEVILCLAW, HORNY AND SHARKLEG WERE ARRESTED, IF YOU DO NOT EMEMBER!” furiously shouted back Skulldeath. “MINOTAUR WAS IN HIDING! HE COULD ONLY COME TODAY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IM-Oh. Hello, Minotaur. I apologise for all the noise, just Slimefoot here didn’t prepare the Def-“
I saw Paul walking into the frontyard. What was he doing here? Shouldn’t he be watching the midnight news? And, even if, for some weird reason, they suddenly stopped doing it, why would he be here?
“No ,I did.” he bellowed in a low-pitched voice.” Is it safe to take our disguises off now?”
“Yes.” Replied Skulldeath.”Also, your deed was very noble.” And with that, before I could blink, the three men- Skulldeath, Slimefoot and Paul were long gone. Instead of Paul stood a jacked, bull-headed man. Where Slimefoot stood was now taken by a pile of vomit green goo. And Deathskull was a skeleton in black robes. After that no-one spoke for ten minutes. I was about to go back to sleep when Minotaur said “Remind me what we’re doing again, Skulldeath?”
“Well… this street is a complete nightmare, right?
“Yes.” muttered Minotaur.
“Well, we will destroy it!” yelled Skulldeath.
“How?”
“The question is not how, Minotaur, it is what will happen next. After we demolish Leyle Lane, everyone will thank us. Everyone will choose us for president. Then we will destroy Australia, and then the whole world!”
“Oh no you won’t!” I gained up my courage.
Minotaur, Slimefoot and Skulldeath gasped and glared at me.
“But you hate this street, do you, Charlie?” said Skulldeath. “SEIZE HIM!”
Minotaur charged through the hole in the fence. I quickly shut the window. Minotaur’s fist punched through the glass. He fell on me and fainted. Squashed by the weight, I fainted as well.
Part I
Hello. My name’s Charlie Harold Veilay. I am 10. I live on 379 Leyle Lane, Camellia Ville. It’s not exactly the best street. For example, kookaburras are always chattering at about 190 decibels. The solution? Earmuffs. But that’s not all. The scorching, boiling sun is always shining, making it physically impossible to go outside without getting skin cancer. And I’ve been lectured by Mum about it 65 septillion times. We also always have to park our turquoise Toyota really, really far away and trudge back home. This is strange, considering that about 80% of the houses are on sale, but after all, we do have a gargantuan store.
We only have about 70 houses not for sale on our street, and l know 2 of their inhabitants.
First, there’s Aunt Georgia, on 381 Leyle Lane. She’s a black haired, kind, forgiving person in her mid 40’s. The only weird (And not the only good) thing about her is that she gives free muffins to everyone on the street on Saturday afternoons.
Then, There’s Paul, a bald, red-nosed, 67-year old couch potato from 380 Leyle Lane. He watches news 24/7 (Seriously, can’t they make more kid shows ?). Here are all of his eccentricities:
• Hates melons, but still eats them
• Does dancing while watching news
• Has his Christmas tree up from August until March
• Sometimes wears fins!
Part II
You’ve heard all about my street, so you’ll probably think that if someone moved in, I would start breakdancing and singing . Well, if you did, you STILL don’t know me very well. Because this is how it all started:
I was walking home from the bus stop (Not as long as walking from our car) when I saw 2 humongous grey and yellow trucks with “Marvellous Movers” written on them and a giant, rose red LEASED! stamp on the SALE! Sign. I was surprised for about 0.7 seconds and, after that, just walked away like nothing had happened. I went to bed on the couch (Went to couch sounds weird) at 8:
I was awoken by unfamiliar voices.
“Is the potion ready, Slimefoot? Are the Defra ashes ready, like I asked you 3 weeks ago?
”“Nnn-n-nno.” Slimefoot quivered in fear. “I a-am s-sorry, nmnM-mmm-mast-tar S-skulldeath.” In curiosity, I looked out of the window through the hole in the wooden fence to see two men. Must have been the new neighbours.
“SORRY IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU ARE MY ONLY SERVANT! KILLERT, FIRETAIL, DEVILCLAW, HORNY AND SHARKLEG WERE ARRESTED, IF YOU DO NOT EMEMBER!” furiously shouted back Skulldeath. “MINOTAUR WAS IN HIDING! HE COULD ONLY COME TODAY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IM-Oh. Hello, Minotaur. I apologise for all the noise, just Slimefoot here didn’t prepare the Def-“
I saw Paul walking into the frontyard. What was he doing here? Shouldn’t he be watching the midnight news? And, even if, for some weird reason, they suddenly stopped doing it, why would he be here?
“No ,I did.” he bellowed in a low-pitched voice.” Is it safe to take our disguises off now?”
“Yes.” Replied Skulldeath.”Also, your deed was very noble.” And with that, before I could blink, the three men- Skulldeath, Slimefoot and Paul were long gone. Instead of Paul stood a jacked, bull-headed man. Where Slimefoot stood was now taken by a pile of vomit green goo. And Deathskull was a skeleton in black robes. After that no-one spoke for ten minutes. I was about to go back to sleep when Minotaur said “Remind me what we’re doing again, Skulldeath?”
“Well… this street is a complete nightmare, right?
“Yes.” muttered Minotaur.
“Well, we will destroy it!” yelled Skulldeath.
“How?”
“The question is not how, Minotaur, it is what will happen next. After we demolish Leyle Lane, everyone will thank us. Everyone will choose us for president. Then we will destroy Australia, and then the whole world!”
“Oh no you won’t!” I gained up my courage.
Minotaur, Slimefoot and Skulldeath gasped and glared at me.
“But you hate this street, do you, Charlie?” said Skulldeath. “SEIZE HIM!”
Minotaur charged through the hole in the fence. I quickly shut the window. Minotaur’s fist punched through the glass. He fell on me and fainted. Squashed by the weight, I fainted as well.