Hieroglyphs of Ages

A Trip to London 𓉢

After leaving the jail forever, we went to the professor's luxurious hotel penthouse. "I've never been in such a huge place!" I thought astonishingly. "Woah!" That part I actually said.
"Don't get used to it." Professor Banshee said. What, am I not worthy of his penthouse! "Why shouldn't I?" I shouted angrily. The professor continued peacefully, "Because my home is ten times larger!" I became excited!

Life was finally looking up for me. At least, I think! I still don't understand why this man, this professor, if that is true, decided to take me in. I just met him earlier today. Well, I'm just gonna forget my worries and enjoy this place for a while.

I mean, look at this place! Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, enormous windows overlooking the city, gorgeous Victorian decor. It even has a fountain in the middle of the room. Whatever this man, he sure has money!

I went and laid in an enormous bed. I can't remember the last time I slept on a mattress, yet even indoors. For the longest time, I was on the streets trying to survive. "Off!" The Brit shouted at me. Professor Banshee pointed to the showers. I guess I didn't think about how dirty I've become.

So I've entered the shower room.
"Holy Hades!!!" I shouted. This shower room was twice the size of the other room, with shower stalls, baths, and small bathroom areas for the eye can see.

After the shower, and after getting into a nice new pair of jammies, the first new clothes I had in a long time, I went to hit the hay, well, luxurious king-size mattress with avant guard design. To think, I was on the streets twenty-four hours ago and now! Well, I'm living like royalty.

I got off to bed, dreaming dreams about my mother. Was she happy in heaven? Is there even a heaven? Hell? Or is it but one- uh- Spirit World? And yet, is there an afterlife? Or are we done with our bodies? What about reincarnation? Is there even a soul? These questions are quite philosophical for a 13 year old but that's who I am. I enjoy thinking about things in which all man have not yet understood. Throughout the night, I dreamed about all the things we could do if fate hadn't conspired against us! In my dream, we had a small cottage in the woods, surrounded by a small picket fence, worn by age. The cottage was made of limestone and mahogany. I saw Mom tending a small garden. It was wonderful. No crime. No pollution. No worries. I wish we could have had this! A peaceful life. I miss her.

After my dream, the morning sun rose in a bright shimmering light, a sun much like a golden jewel gleaming with a bright and glorious destiny. "Morning!" David Banshee spoke in his regular British accent. "Morning." I said, not sure of whether to trust him or not.

"Better get packed." He told me with a feeling of urgency. "We're taking the plane to London!" I faltered at the thought. I've never been anywhere except the Queens and the Bronx before, now we're going to a whole other country! "Hurry up!" Banshee spoke. Clearly, he wants to go sooner rather than later.

So, I got up, got dressed, and went out the door. "Bye, amazing place!" I thought to myself, "if he is truthful, I may go to a better." We walked to the airport a mile away, or was it a kilometer? I always mix up those two. Anyway, then an alien invasion came and incinerated everything, the end. Joking, what kind of book do you think this is, H.G. Wells, War of the Worlds. Anyway, all kiding aside, we walked past buildings, some great, some small. We also past some restaurants and hot dog stands. I'm so hungry just thinking about it. "Can we go to a restaurant, I'm hungry." I asked. "I don't think we'll have time for that, sorry." Mr. Banshee said with remorse. "Well, can we get a hot dog?" I always wanted a hot dog, ever since I could remember. Either I wasn't allowed by my abusive father, or my mother couldn't afford one. I have always dreamed of having one. I can't let this opportunity pass up. "I guess a quick dog wouldn't be so bad."

"Yes!" My dream of finally having a hot dog shall be fulfilled! Before I could ask for one, the hot dog man with a thick New Yorker accent spoke angrily to me. "You're the kid who'd been stealing from shops in the area. Now you're trying to scam this man outta his money!" I wasn't trying to do anything. The only reason I stole that food was because I haven't eaten in days. I was dying! But before I could say anything, Professor Banshee told the man,"He's not scamming me. He's assisting me in my endeavors. I'll have you know, I just adopted him yesterday." ADOPTED!!! So I am like his son now? So that's why he took me outta that prison, well jail. It was because he wanted to adopt me. Or that could be his cover story, and he plans on doing bad stuff to me. I hope the first.

"It'll be $42.50!" The hot dog man told us. "Outrageous! You expect me to pay $42 for a MOLDY piece of bread!!!" Professor was furious. Hot dog man rebuttaled, "Kidding, it's 42 cents!" A bit of a stretch but much better than the other price. (Back then, pennies were worth something ) After that terrible encounter, we sat at a park bench. I was so excited to see how good it tasted. I took one bite and "Mmmm!" It's AMAZING! How the ketchup and the dog fully complement each other. It's like dying and going to heaven! I looked over at David, and I saw him grimacing with disgust.

After the hotdog fiasco, we hurried up and went to the airport. "Are we gonna get tickets for the plane?" I asked. "No," responded Banshee, "I have a private jet for us." A private jet! This is going to be amazing!! We went to the lot where they had his private plane. It was HUGE!!! The whole thing was about the size of a baseball diamond long and about a fourth of one high with large propellers and a gigantic engine. As we went in, it looked less as a plane and more as a mansion, with chandeliers that put the penthouse to shame. The interior is a bright crimson with a subtle black trim all in a post modernist style.