Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Story: The Story of Scrooge
Disclaimer: Characters and themes of "A Christmas Carol" belong to Charles Dickens
Authors Note: This story is a project I started for my English class, but I need a little inspiration. is a great place for that, so please read and review.
Chapter 1
One dreary morning in October I could be found playing in the dirt outside of Beacham's School for Boys. It was my birthday, but nobody in the depleted school yard cared. My father was no different. After all it was he who had left me at this horrid place. It wasn't a rich boarding school; as a matter of fact, the school was a step away from an orphanage.
My mother must have loved me, make no doubt of that. She certainly didn't mean for me to end up here, but it happened nevertheless. I don't know what happened to her. My father would not tell me or the school. I wouldn't even know that my father is still alive; except, one day I snuck into the office and collected my records.
I am not a bad student. I excel at maths and sciences. The boys here hate me for that. I get a new battle wound every day from a tussle with other boys. I never begin the fights; they just come at me all at once. I'm not even cheeky like the other boys here. They just call me a swot and they start to beat on me.
Every Christmas I would imagine that a long lost relative would come take me away for the holiday. I always pictured a Brunette woman who wore a shawl. I knew it would never happen. Every year I pictured what Christmas could have been.
The clouds covered the sky, and cold air rushed through my hair introducing the flakes of snow to my forehead. I decided to go inside to the vacant dormitory. As I climbed the dust enclosed spiral staircase, I looked out the unkempt window panes at the snow. I was not as fond of snow as the other boys. They would gallivant and play in the flurry all day. They would throw soft compact snowballs at each other until their faces turned red. As the snow turned to ice, they would hit me with it on my walks to the dining hall.
When I finally reached the dorm, the hearth was left without flame. It seems even the maintenance staff had gone home for the holidays. It took me a while to get the fire started again; but once I did, I felt accomplished. I was the only one my age staying for the holidays. There were four age groups here. The nursery accepted ages one to five, the elementary group accommodating ages five to nine, the junior group accepting ages ten to fourteen, and then there was the senior group who were the high school ages fourteen to eighteen. Being eleven I belonged in the middle of the junior group.
Of course, I wish I could go home for the holidays', but I don't even know what home looks like. I haven't left this place for any reason except to take class trips to the park in science class. Maybe I excel at science, because it gets me thinking outside of the classroom.
Math keeps me occupied. Most of the kids here have toys or books to read. The only books I have are the ones assigned for classes. I do math problems whenever I get the chance. They are very entertaining, and they keep me occupied for hours. My favorite ones are the word problems that deal with money. I think it's because they mix the outside World with the fun equations of math.