If you haven’t read this story from the beginning, I recommend catching up by reading the first post. I hope you get a kick out of it. Remember, this was written by me when I was 11, so it’s okay to laugh. And now the exciting continuation of… Classified: The Good and the Bad (The Case of the Kill Joy)
Editor’s note: there is some anti-Clinton slander in here… I apologize in advance.
Chapter 2 – The Vortex
I slammed the breaks and a couple of the Silicon Valley wannabes slammed into the back and fell over. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only 7:30. Fifteen minutes later, I was struggling with a crossword puzzle and trying to find a seven-letter word for liar. Suddenly some guy came up. He was wearing a tuxedo that looked exactly like the one that I was wearing. I rolled down the window to see what he wanted.
“I see that you have chosen some similar attire,” he said as he peered in at the newspaper.
“I didn’t exactly expect you to be 15 minutes early” I said glancing back at the paper to see what he was staring at.
“Well I didn’t exactly expect you to be a half an hour early, but sadly I’ve been sitting in my car right behind you without realizing who you were.” He glanced at the page once more and wrinkled his forehead.
“Do you know the word?” I asked.
“Sure do”
“What is it?” I asked astonished.
“Simple” he said standing up and squinting at the sun as it peeked over the tall buildings. “It would have to be Clinton”
“Oh I’ll believe that any day” I said as I climbed out of the car. We both went into the restaurant and walked towards the rear. He looked around and walked through the door that said ‘No Admittance’. It was just a little closet with two chairs like something out of Star Trek (not to say we have that show here). He ordered me to sit down. I took the seat on the right and he took the opposite. I was oblivious to what was happening and wanted to burst out in a flurry of questions but he stopped me.
“You are about to embark on a mission of which you are not going to believe until we reach our destination.” he said as the chairs started to move downwards.
“Oh really? Try me” I said, trying to keep my voice from crackling so as not to let him know that I was scared. He just looked at me and wrinkled his forehead.
“I expected to hear that from you” he said calmly, “please put your seat belt on and press that button on your left. I surely wouldn’t like to see you get hurled into oblivion.”
I quickly did what he said and nearly failed with the seat belt because I don’t take kindly to oblivion. The whole time we had been moving down slowly until we were about one hundred feet under the ground. Suddenly we stopped and the wall moved apart. I saw a swirling porthole of some sort. It was amazing how it swirled and flashed, a miniature storm in a ring. He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him as if to say, you mean you are going to launch me into that??? The wind started to pick up.
“By the way, the name is Wooster, Eddie Wooster.” I looked forward, the wind was whistling and a lightning bolt licked me in the nose.
“Ouch” was all I could say. Eddie was staring into the vortex. I heard a beeping noise. We shot forward all of a sudden. It was all stripes and then black. Suddenly I was seeing spots. My cheeks were touching the seat and my hair was about to fly off. It seemed like an eternity. Soon I was seeing streaks and then another vortex. We passed through it and my cheeks became cheeks again.
“What a rush,” he said laughing. There was another room that our chairs slid into. It looked exactly the same as the one that we came out of. “how did you like that?” he said smiling at me. I just looked at him and then looked at my watch.
“Did you build that yourself?”
“With the help of my assistant. His name is Dimwit, sharp as a tack. Right now you are in another dimension called Thenetherworland.”
Comments (2)
haha. ‘dimwit’, sharp as a tack.
I like how your hair almost flew off