CHAPTER 1 - THE UNFAIR BEGINNING
The darkest street in London, Coventry Avenue, was gloomy as the sun had recently set and the moon was starting to creep from over the houses. In the shadows a man wandered past the houses his beard was a dark and thick black, he waddled over to the end of the street. He paused. His long great black robes blew in the wind as he stood, staring, at a house. The only house with the glowing yellow light. He walked closer to the house, as he did, the sky became darker and foggier. His low rough voice murmured "Bless that child," as he stared at the window. Somehow within minutes, the sky became brighter and a streak of light beamed from the window. The man chuckled. He walked up to the front door and left a note which said:
Dear Sam Sedrick Shanefield,
Us staff at 'Menadore Academy' would like to inform you that you have been selected to join.
- Lord Lionus Hendrickson
He then waddled into the distance. Later on, a lady with green curlers and a flower nightie walked out of the door and yawned. She spread her arms above her head and looked around, carelessly. She then looked down at her feet, where she expected to see the newspaper, and did not see the newspaper, just the note. She was puzzled, she reached down for the note and snatched it from the ground. She looked around in curiosity. She read the note, her facial expressions shown that she was horrified. She walked in and slammed the door behind her.
"SAM!" she roared up the stairs, his head poked around the corner,
"Yes mam?" he replied slowly walking down the stairs, anxious of what 'evil' punishment she had awaiting for him. He looked at her in the eyes. "What have I done?" He asked, petrified. His mother looked concerned. "What have you been applying for on the internet?" she said shoving the paper in the front of his face, he rubbed his eyes and read the note. He looked at her and smiled as if he had done nothing. "I know what you're up to, Sam," she announced, Looking at him in the eyes, the forced her face closer to his, "You've been pulling pranks," she backed away from his face. Sam looked at her and pretended to think. "Yes. Yes. That's what I was doing," He replied quickly, "I'll just.. uh-" his mother looked at him, puzzled.
"You'll just.. what, Mister?"
"Get dressed, yeah, get dress-"
"I heard you!" She snapped, "Go."
Sam rushed up the stairs slipping on his trouser leg. He reached the top of the stairs and thought. 'What was that letter about?' he sat on the step and thought, he looked down at his mother as she retreated into the living room.