29 May 2012
Chapter One
It was cold & it was also my first day at school. But it choose to rain either way. I ran from the car with my bag held over my head, shielding me from the dampness. I was jumping & dodging the meandering puddles until i adventured towards a gate, it held fast with iron claws gripping onto a granite wall, which mounted on top of the gate was the word `Boys’ carved into ancient stone untouched by time. I entered through the `Boys’ gate & removed the soggy bag from my head & gapped at what I saw in front of me. I approached a large wooden door which belonged to a much bigger building, soaring up into the clouds, where only angels called appreciate the full magnitude of its majesty. The Gargles could only snarl at the angels as they could not quite reach the loftiness of the heavens. A bell within the belfry rang, signalling the start of the day. I pushed the large studded door which now stood in front of me, it groaned unwilling to oblige leaving behind a cloud of musky dust in its trail. I was left standing dripping wet on a marble floor, escalating towards a grand hall, with sweeping tapestry & lavish decor, all hidden under a vale of age & time. Everything seemed so untouched & most indefinitely unsuitable for a school of this modern era. I could hear a bellowing fire from a side room & on approach I noticed a scrawny sign etched with the words `Academia Magistra’ , the words where foreign to me so I entered without miss regard. I saw the fire under a depleted wooden fireplace sitting with a sheepskin rug underneath. I sat down quite contently, glad to feel the warmth of the fire upon my wet skin & dampened cloths. The room was acquired with cabinets from floor to ceiling containing crisp looking books never touched by hand, sealed away with a brass fitting lock & key with tassels hanging from them. Situated in the middle of the room was a polished mahogany desk delicately carved to perfection. With a green wrinkled peace of leather stretched across its tummy, with a brass lamp beaming down upon a opened black leather bound book, sitting motionlessly on top was a pen nip trailing behind the memoirs of a old time forgotten. Attached to the nib there was a glimmer of gold as the pen stretched out to a fine structure, but I was stopped short as there was something terribly wrong, there where knobbly mounds attached to the pen, with a grey like flesh tone, I follow the mounds upwards towards a congested pile of crumpled flesh, in bedded with blue lifeless streams, I follow them with curiosity until I get to a stopping point. There was a white frilly tunnel masked with cotton. I suddenly realise at what I had been looking at, I continue my journey much quicker this time & meet the stare of two beady eyes magnetised through crooked glass looking sternly at me.
She looked down at me in disgust, as if i where a wet dog who had came in from the rain. Her shrivelled lip curled to one side & she spat as she spoke "Vhat" she said in a broken Hungarian accent "are you doing drip drippeding all over my floor" I unconsesly started shifting my weight from side to side analysing the disfigured shape before me, as she spoke she left a stale wrench in the air which lingered like a wet stray dog " Vell speak boy" i had never been left alone before & I felt uncomfortable & not to sure what to say " t-t-t" I started "to learn" I managed to get out. The lady spoke slowly, choosing her words " Vell......you have..... Come to the vight place" she stood, she was much taller then she looked booming over the desk using it to support herself, she moved slowly almost menacolney & wrapped her talon like arm around my small frame, she smelt surprisingly familiar, I couldn't quite place it rosemary maybe. She walked with surprisingly long strides, her dress bellowing with each step. We walked back into the large hall & climbed the staircase. I could feel empty eyes watching me but could not find the souls they belonged too, once at the top we swept through several corridors & came to a abrupt stop outside a small slopped little door. "there will be no, wondering around after the lights go out, you will use the bathroom to your left before you go to bed" i looked over the corridor there was a door a jared with a little swinging pull cored in one corner, "what if I don't need the bathroom" i butted in "you shall use it anyway" she snapped, she leaned over & applied pressure on the door, it gave with a little persuadion, there were three beds either side of each other situated in a dimly lit room, with a dusty cabinet next to them, piled on the bed was a neatly wrapped parcel "your new clothes are at the bottom of the bed, you will get changed into them & throw your old clothes away" "throw them away but I will need them" i winged "Vou shall" she said slowly "throw them away....anymore questions" she dared "where are the others" I didn't really get the message "they vill come later" she said as she slammed the door behind leaving me on my to my own differences.
Detached Lonely Man • Opuss № I