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The Five Elements
by D3M()N_HUNT3R
Just another day in the quiet town of Spring- North Carolina. ''Jimmy, time to get up your going be late for school.' 'That was my mom Helena Smith and I'm Jimmy. We live in a small town in North Carolina the Town of Springs nothing happens here it's as dead as the turkey in my mom's oven. Well that's what I thought when we moved here. ''Jimmy if I call you again I'm coming up there and you'll regret it''.''OK, OK, I'm up mom,'' Jimmy called from the bathroom door just as he came out after doing his business. ''You better become down your going to be late''. O, I wish I can get powers so that I'll never have a worry like school again, anyway who needs it. Just allot of asshole teachers and homework. Jimmy thought in the school bus on their way to Springs High .Just as he got off a voice called his name, not just any voice it was the voice of Susan Bright the most beautiful girl in their class and she is also Jimmy's best friend. ''Did you hear what we're doing in history today?'', she asked Jimmy as they walked towards the entrance of the school. 'No Idea Susan, do you?''Jimmy asked her as they stepped over the threshold.' You bet I do we're visiting the old museum today.''.'' I'm practically overcome with joy about it, Jimmy said in a cold voice. He didn't like that old building with its spooky windows and squeaky wooden floors. ''Oh, don't ruin it for everybody just cause you think its boring'', Susan scolded as she stormed past him into the History class. Jimmy hated this class it was always cold and Mr. Didding wasn't a oil painting in fact he was, just not painting oil but motorcar oil that gross sticky kind on your garage floor. He had a moustache which was stained a sickening yellow by the nicotine of his cigarettes and to top it all off his teeth weren't any better. His glasses always reminded me of my gran's. ''Silence'' he bellowed and the class came to order, ''Today we will be visiting the museum''. ''yadda yadda fiddeldy boo'' Matt said while Mr. Diddy went on addressing the class .He gave Arnold a nudge in the ribs with his elbow, '' Hey, Arny did you hear that the Monks gave a book to the museum yesterday and they even had a police escort with them '', Arnold was a silent type of guy with short black hair and he had a Asian look to his face he stammered a reply,''Yes, and you would never guess what book it was''. ''What book was it?'', Matt asked he was burning to know why it was that important. ''It's the Book of Elements'', ''the book of what?'', Matt was dumbstruck he's never heard of such a thing in his life. ''Honestly don't you read Matt '', Susan said behind him, ''The Book of the Elements contain the secrets of how to control them it's really cool actually and '',''And also really powerful why don't we check it out while we're there ''called Christina. She was the outcast of the class because she always looked dazed and high she had long blond hair and a really long hook of a nose.''Excellent then its settled' ', said Jimmy as the class began to move towards the busses. The museum was only a few minutes' drive from Springs High. As the class set out to explore Jimmy and the rest made their way to the rare books where the Book of Elements was currently on display. ''Wow, look at it'' said Arnold as they approached the glass casing in which the book resided for the time being. ''It looks like a normal book to me'' Matt exclaimed as they all stood around the glass box. ''Then let me prove you wrong shall I''' said Christina as she took the top of the glass box off and took the book in her hands and opened it.''Ok, now we all choose the element we desire''. ''I'll take fire' Arnold said, ''earth is mine'' Matt said, ''Winds mine'' said Susan, ''I'll take spirit' Jimmy said,' then that leaves me with water doesn't it'' Christina exclaimed with utter dislike in her voice then she started chanting the spell that the book said.
Diadragne
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