Strange and Stranger

Charlie My Best Friend

My whole life can be summarised in 1 short sentence, 'well that didn't go ad planned.' Never before has my plan been carried out and everything has gone perfectly without some strange happening. Like flying pianos or locks that even if you insert the  correct key it just won't turn and as you walk away you can hear the triumphant hurrah of the lock as it managed to keep you out again.

        This story is about my best friend, my only friend. Charlie. I was still at school when I met him, we were both feeble four year olds with strange backgrounds and were immediately nicknamed strange and stranger, I was strange and he was stranger. We bonded and got along like a house on fire, always together and allways talking nonsense  like you can't jump without landing or you can't land without jumping.

      My idea of a perfect friendship was going to eachothers houses, talking about shopping ect ect. Once again my plan failed and my real friendship was, being mocked at school for being different and just plain strange. I've finished school now and I'm 9 years of age and work full time at the legal drug factory as the model test dummy. Yes I know it's strange but that's my nickname and Charlie also works full time at the legal drug factory as a cafeteria assistant. He didn't have the right qualifications so he got a not as well paying, main, important job as I have.

     Now about the flying piano, Charlie was playing it and then he started playing as light as a feather and then the piano became as light as a feather, lifting off the floor, through the roof and over the city. You would have thought a flying piano would be noticed and as I ran down to warn everyone they said I was crazy and sent me back up again.

    Outside the room that the piano had flown out from there was a locked door with me and Charlie only having the key, I put the key in the lock and heard the groan as the lock was on one of its sulking days and as I tried to turn the key the lock down right refused to let me in. How rude! After two hours of trying I gave up, only to hear the hurrah of the teenaged lock as it had not let me in. I ran down again telling the receptionist to come and help me with the lock. She sighed and said obliged. When we arrived at my recovery room we found the door open and Charlie playing the time is right on the piano!

         I hope you enjoyed this short part and I will writ a new one as soon as possible