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The Death Of Norman.
A normal day at school.
'Beep, beep, beep,' as the alarm goes off Max slowly reaches over, slamming his finger down onto the button on the clock to turn the alarm off. Steadily he sits up in his bed with an almighty stretch. Yawning he looks at the clock which reads seven o'clock, "I hate mornings. Especially school mornings," he quietly says to himself whilst sliding out of the bed. Slowly standing up he rubs his tired eyes, then begins to tiredly walk towards the bathroom.
Roughly ten, fifteen minute pass whilst he's in the bathroom. Suddenly the door opens as Max steps out back into his bedroom, dressed in his normal blue jeans, white t-shirt with the big capital M on it but not forgetting the famous red cap. Grabbing his schoolbag he notices that the clock is now reading seven, thirty, "Ahhh, I'm running late again!" he cries out whilst running out his bedroom door. Quickly he runs down the stairs, then opens the front door closing it behind him, and then begins to run down the road to school.
Five minutes later Max runs through the school doors but he is very late everyone is already in class. Sneakily he runs up to his class, looking in through the window on the door he notice his teacher is not looking in the direction of the classroom door. Quietly Max opens the door then closes it behind him as quietly as possible. Just as he take his first step the teacher begins to talk and shouts across the room whilst turning around "your late again Max. Your in detention for one week!"
"But, but, I, I..." Max stuttered,
"No excuses this time young man. One-weeks detention, don't be late again! Now take your seat the test is about to begin." The teacher says, as cries of disappointment echo around the room from the students. "I knew I forgot to do something over the weekend." Max says to himself.
Quickly the teacher passes out the test papers around the class. Reaching under his desk Max picks up a book from the floor, "heck, there's no harm in some last minute studying." He whispers to himself. Just as max opens the book the teacher grabs it clean out of his hands giving Max an evil look. Max stares straight back at him smiling innocently.
Quietly Max open the test paper, to his amazement in the top write hand corner of the first page is a box with the picture of Virgil pointing to a paragraph write next to him. The paragraph says 'Mighty One. Norman needs you as well as the world. Come at once, the nearest porthole is fifteen steps to the North, twelve steps to the East.' "Boy Virgil couldn't have picked a better time." Max whispers as he grabs a hold of his stomach and began to call out in an agonising cry. "What's wrong now Max?" the teacher calls across the room, as the other students look around at Max. "Sorry to interrupt the test, but I think I'm dieing. May I see the nurse" Max replies still moaning in pain.
"Very well. Make it quick!" the teacher instructs. Max quickly gets up from his desk and quietly walks out of the classroom. Quietly walking down the corridor he begins to count every step. "Ten, eleven, twelve, well this is it!" he says to himself staring at the door to the girl's bathroom. Cautiously he pushes the door open, then walks through as it swings shut behind him. Screams echo back down through the corridor as some girls in the bathroom notice Max, "sorry girls wrong room." he says to girls.
Suddenly his hat begins to glow, with little sparks begin to fly off of it in all directions. The sparks hit against the wall in front of him opening up a porthole, which he then jumps into, then it then closes up behind him faster than the blink of an eye.
The Death Of Norman.
A normal day at school.
'Beep, beep, beep,' as the alarm goes off Max slowly reaches over, slamming his finger down onto the button on the clock to turn the alarm off. Steadily he sits up in his bed with an almighty stretch. Yawning he looks at the clock which reads seven o'clock, "I hate mornings. Especially school mornings," he quietly says to himself whilst sliding out of the bed. Slowly standing up he rubs his tired eyes, then begins to tiredly walk towards the bathroom.
Roughly ten, fifteen minute pass whilst he's in the bathroom. Suddenly the door opens as Max steps out back into his bedroom, dressed in his normal blue jeans, white t-shirt with the big capital M on it but not forgetting the famous red cap. Grabbing his schoolbag he notices that the clock is now reading seven, thirty, "Ahhh, I'm running late again!" he cries out whilst running out his bedroom door. Quickly he runs down the stairs, then opens the front door closing it behind him, and then begins to run down the road to school.
Five minutes later Max runs through the school doors but he is very late everyone is already in class. Sneakily he runs up to his class, looking in through the window on the door he notice his teacher is not looking in the direction of the classroom door. Quietly Max opens the door then closes it behind him as quietly as possible. Just as he take his first step the teacher begins to talk and shouts across the room whilst turning around "your late again Max. Your in detention for one week!"
"But, but, I, I..." Max stuttered,
"No excuses this time young man. One-weeks detention, don't be late again! Now take your seat the test is about to begin." The teacher says, as cries of disappointment echo around the room from the students. "I knew I forgot to do something over the weekend." Max says to himself.
Quickly the teacher passes out the test papers around the class. Reaching under his desk Max picks up a book from the floor, "heck, there's no harm in some last minute studying." He whispers to himself. Just as max opens the book the teacher grabs it clean out of his hands giving Max an evil look. Max stares straight back at him smiling innocently.
Quietly Max open the test paper, to his amazement in the top write hand corner of the first page is a box with the picture of Virgil pointing to a paragraph write next to him. The paragraph says 'Mighty One. Norman needs you as well as the world. Come at once, the nearest porthole is fifteen steps to the North, twelve steps to the East.' "Boy Virgil couldn't have picked a better time." Max whispers as he grabs a hold of his stomach and began to call out in an agonising cry. "What's wrong now Max?" the teacher calls across the room, as the other students look around at Max. "Sorry to interrupt the test, but I think I'm dieing. May I see the nurse" Max replies still moaning in pain.
"Very well. Make it quick!" the teacher instructs. Max quickly gets up from his desk and quietly walks out of the classroom. Quietly walking down the corridor he begins to count every step. "Ten, eleven, twelve, well this is it!" he says to himself staring at the door to the girl's bathroom. Cautiously he pushes the door open, then walks through as it swings shut behind him. Screams echo back down through the corridor as some girls in the bathroom notice Max, "sorry girls wrong room." he says to girls.
Suddenly his hat begins to glow, with little sparks begin to fly off of it in all directions. The sparks hit against the wall in front of him opening up a porthole, which he then jumps into, then it then closes up behind him faster than the blink of an eye.