Friday Night, my most favourite night of the week. Every night I would watch my favourite film: Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole, a movie about fighting owls. I remember going to the cinema for my brother's eleventh birthday to watch it in 3D. The three other 3D films I had watched before Legend of the Guardians was Avatar, Alice in Wonderland and Toy Story 3. But this movie had amazing 3D affects. It felt as if I were an owl, flying in the sky. This movie was the reason I wished to see what it was like being a bird.
I switched off my movie just as the song from the end credits sung the last bit: you take to the sky.
Just as good as it was in the cinema, I must say, I thought to myself. I pulled back my quilt and was just about to climb into bed, until I heard a flapping noise from my window. I opened it and looked both left and right: Nothing.
"You forgot your pimple cream, again," said my mother the next morning, looking at my forehead. I had mild acne, though it didn't actually cover the whole of my face. It just spread on my forehead and arms, and that was it.
"I'm out of Freederm, Mom," I explained. She would complain to me like this everyday.
My mother was a short woman. I was two times taller than her, but whenever she yelled I stood up straight immediately.
"Well, don't you think you'd better go and buy some more?"
This sentence had come from my little show-off of a brother, Max.
The reason for how he was a show-off was because he always spoke like a grown up. So ask him how your new shirt looks on you and he will answer 'Don't ask me, I'm not a critic' or if you wanted to buy something really bad on the same day of buying something special for your mother or father and he will make you feel bad by replying 'We're not shopping for you' like as if you were a spoiled greedy child while you were not. And what's more, Max never gave me a chance to work things out by myself. For example, we watched a film called Jumanji. There was a moment when the film said Twenty six Years Later, and when I needed to try and figure it out myself, Max said '1995.' And when a character mentioned the year, Max threw me a stuck-up, sardonic smile like as if he knew everything. Mind you, he always watched telly on sunny days to watch Horrible Histories, which was his favourite subject. I was the opposite. I did not like watching telly; I adored books.
Anyway, with his show-off sentence said, I snapped "I am sick and tired of you talking to me like a grown up."
"Don't be unkind, Lenny," said my father, focussing on his laptop on the kitchen table. This wouldn't have been the first time he'd lectured me.
"But I'm uncomfortable with the way-"
He raised a finger to silent me. It made me want to rip my hair out whenever he did that.
"You should be thankful he talks to you like this," interrupted my mother, buttering pancakes. "He was advising you. All he suggested was to buy more Freederm."
I gave Max a miserable look.
"Tup-tup-tup." He'd never bothered to close his mouth while eating.
I sighed and said "Oh, okay."
I always wanted to call him Perfect Max, but his name is not Peter, Percy, Preston, Pat or Paul and I couldn't think any word that begins with J that had the definition of perfect or stuck-up.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar sound: the flapping from last night. I ran to the door as I could have sworn it was moving onward. I rushed to the door, following the sound like Harry Potter following the disembodied voice that was moving onward. I opened the door and again: Nothing.
"What's the matter?" asked my mother, who came to see why I'd run to the door.
"I thought I heard a bird flapping its wing," I explained.
"Too much movies," sung Max annoyingly.
I went crimson with irritation. "I really get annoyed when you-" I was going to finish my sentence off, but then my mother folded her arms, with a cross look on her face.
"Oh, never mind." I muttered.
"You two will be visiting Nanny with your grandparents today," Mom announced, "so I would like you to get dressed."
So there you have it, this is why my life is difficult.
My name is Lenny Brindlax, and I always wanted adventure in a different place, a different place away from complicated reality. I know no magic country exists like Oz, Wonderland, Neverland, Narnia, Terabithia, Hogwarts or Bag End. But I wish I could have found a world like those countries. But it turned out that my dream did come true. These events happened when I was sixteen years old. And this is where the story starts, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the story of the best journey I'd ever had.
In the next chapter, you shall learn about how Lenny copes at school. Please review xxxx.