August 1, 2011

Jason Earthmender : The Conjurer in Training, Chapter 1

I awoke to the snorting of my piggle, Sir Maximus, who I call Max. I looked at my watch and saw that I had about an hour before my first class of the day. I pushed Max away and got out of bed, rubbing my eyes. As I was stretching my arms, I heard a knock at the door. I walked over, looked through the peep hole, and then unlocked it. As I opened the door, a large pink creature suddenly jumped on me! It was my friend Brandon's piggle, Brutus, giving me his little piggle kisses.

“Brutus! Come on, leave Jason alone,” Brandon chuckled and then pulled out a treat, “Here, get the cookie Brutus!”

The piggle flew towards him, closely followed by Max. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a piece of taffy. At the sound of the wrapper, Max spun in the air and rushed towards me instead. In seconds, the taffy was gone and all that was left was a small wet mark on my hand. I laughed and then turned towards Brandon.

“That should keep them busy for a little while,” I said, “so, what brings you here so early in the morning?”

Brandon grinned, “Oh, I just thought you might want some company for breakfast.”

“Oh really?” I asked doubtingly.

“And maybe the thought of that amazing French toast you make helped me along,” he replied. We both laughed and walked over to the table.

“Well, we'd better hurry, we don’t have very long before we have to be at Drakes. You set the table and I’ll start on my ‘amazing’ French toast.” We smiled and got to work.

As I began to crack the eggs, I noticed that the two piggles were almost done with their sweets and beginning to sniff at the air.

I guess I’m fixing for four, I thought to myself with a smile.

“You need any more help?” Brandon asked as he finished setting the table.

“Just grab the syrup and jam, the French toast will be ready soon,” I replied to him. After grabbing those he quickly went to the door and grabbed the newspaper. I brought in the French toast, and sat down as he arrived with the paper. While we ate, he read some of the stories allowed.

Half an hour later, we had cleaned up breakfast, put the piggles to sleep, and were headed to class. As we were walking, Brandon pointed out Professor Balestrom climbing up from the sewers.

“Those pesky alligators must be at it again,” I said. We then waved to my sister on her way to class. She is studying the art of Thaumaturgy with Professor Greyrose.

We arrived at the Myth school just in time and sat down in two of the empty seats. I pulled out my homework and set it on the desk. When I looked over I noticed Brandon had done the same. Professor Drake came around and gathered up all the sheets then returned to the front of the classroom.

“You can all begin reading pages thirty through sixty of ‘Conjuring Through The Ages’ while I grade your homework,” he told us as he sat down at his desk. I grabbed my bag from under my seat and pulled out the book. As I began to read I noticed Brandon was really drawing in his notebook, not reading. At my questioning look he wrote, I already read to page one hundred. I smiled and returned my gaze to the book.

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