Wiz of Odd

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Chapter 1 The Long Trip

Submitted: February 05, 2017

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Submitted: February 05, 2017



Chapter 1  
The Long Trip  


"In a small Canadian town inside the border of Montreal, there lived a young man named Jeff. There wasn't anything exceptionally special about him, except the exceptional story he was told to keep secret. Along with all of the events that happened in a place that doesn't exist. This is the story according to him." The reporter was talking to the camera.  
"Are we recording?"  
"Yes we're recording, Jeff."  
"Okay, well my name is Jeff, and I'm in high school. I've never made friends very easily. I was always unsure about why I was so unaccepted in my youth. I was always unpopular. The kids gave me the nickname, 'Dorky', when I started wearing glasses. I was in middle school. The teachers couldn't help getting in on the action.  
"I always pretended that it didn't bother me. I would laugh right along with them like a good sport; hoping one of two outcomes might take place; first, that they might see that I have a sense of humor and I'm not so bad after all. Or second that they might get bored because their names don't seem to bother me. Needless to say, neither one happened, I still have the nickname."  
"Is all this information really necessary?" asked the reporter.  
"This information is crucial in this instance, and besides I've just come to the part in the story where my journey is about to begin," Jeff said arrogantly.  
"Fine, lets just get on with it," said the producer with disdain.  
"I'm getting there," said Jeff with a touch of nonchalant disdain, "anyway I was at school and I was having my usual bad morning, where I would say 'Hi' and they would ignore me. This is nothing new. They never said anything back to me," said Jeff with a thoughtfully sorrow filled look on his face.  
"You okay kid?" asked the probing reporter.  
"I'm fine," Jeff said with a halfhearted smile. "I was remembering the time where we used to be friends. The cheerleader, the jock, and the nerd, that's what we were considered, back in middle school. All of that changed, my freshman year of high school. I would say 'hi' or 'what's up' and they'd ignore me. I apologize for digressing. One day, while I was at school, I felt fine during the morning and throughout my classes until lunch. However it was after lunch that I started to feel ill. I went to see the school nurse. She took my temp and said I was fine and to go back to class. On my way back to class, I passed a set of double doors and that's when I heard a faint noise off in the distance," Jeff chuckled to himself.  
"What was the noise Jeff?" asked the reporter.  
"I just stood and stared out the window to see what was causing the noise. I had a puzzled look on my face. Then I saw it. It was an upside-down twister. It looked really small off in the distance. As I stood there and watched with intense intrigue, I couldn't tell if it was going away from the school or coming closer.  


 By now the reporter, the camera crew, and the producer were getting ready to pack it up and call this kid either a liar or just plain nuts. Just as the reporter turned around to say something to Jeff she saw something in Jeff's eyes. She recognized it right away. He believed what he was saying was the truth. Finally the reporter relaxed and said, "Look Jeff, you believe what you're saying to be the truth, right? So we're going to listen to what you have to say. But this all sounds crazy."  
"Thanks," Jeff said with a sour tone. "Look, I'm a semi-intelligent guy, and as unbelievable as this story is, it's all true," he was now pleading with the reporter to listen and believe.  
"Alright continue," the reporter said with a little exasperation.  
"Well, the story gets really weird, but I promise that when I'm done telling the story I'll show you the proof, deal?"  
"Okay deal, but the proof had better be worth the time."  
"Well, as I watched the twister, I realized only too late that it was coming closer. My eyes widened with fear. At that moment I realized that the school was in trouble. I went to the office and told the principal, with yelling intensity. I told him to sound the tornado alarm. But she didn't believe me. I argued with her. Finally she looked out the window and saw that it was still sunny. So she decided not to issue a tornado warning, so, with no big surprise, I lost. I started to go back to class, choosing to walk past the double doors where I saw the thing. It was still heading toward the school.  
"By this time it should be on the school," said the producer his voice dripping with disdain.  
"Well it wasn't," Jeff said sharply, trying to get the reporters to back off and let him finish his story. "May I go on, now?"  
"By all means young man, we're all a twitter with anticipation," the reporter said with a rude venomous sarcasm.  
Jeff shot the reporter a disrespectful look with enough venom to rival the comment the reporter had just made.  
"Fine, I apologize please go on," said the producer.  
"Okay then. I went out the door to see if it was really there or if it was just a figment of my widest imagination. To my astonishment it was still coming. I turned to go back in, but the door was stuck. I pulled and yanked, but it was jammed, or so I thought. I looked in the window and saw a few of my classmates, showing me that they had chained the doors. Then they walked off content with the fact that I was about to be sucked up by the twister," Jeff had a solemn look on his face.  
"He's such a ham," said the boom man to the producer.  
"I'm not amused by you're comment," Jeff paused," and you think I'm not listening, right, well let me tell you something, I don't need this abuse, you don't want to listen, then leave and take all of these moronic imbeciles' with you," Jeff was so disgusted and disgraced with the reporter and his crew of miscreants. Jeff had had enough of their disbelief.  
"Don't misunderstand us Dorky, I mean Jeff, but this isn't going fast enough for us. I'll admit it Jeff, we're impatient people. We don't have the attention span to listen to a story that quite frankly sounds like something that a comic book writer would use as a ploy for sales. Or the ravings of a loony," said the producer.  
"Well this isn't a comic book, this really happened, and if you don't want to believe me, well, you know where the door is," Jeff was so furious his face was purple.  
"Let's take five people," said the producer with a hint of frustration. "Dorky, can I speak to you alone, if that's okay. Is it alright if I call you Dorky, without you getting offended of course," asked the producer, being completely serious.  
"If you must," said Dorky with a sigh.  
"Look Dorky, it's hard for us to believe without some kind of proof," said the producer matter-of-factly. The producer was a tall man with graying hair, and he had a moustache.  
"Look," Dorky said, "what if I got to the point in the story where I'm in the land of Odd, would that be helpful?"  
"Extremely and don't spare the details, I want to be able to see it as if I were there with you," the producer relieved.  









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