CHAPTER TWO
Red's dad was standing in his bedroom, shoving things into his sports bag. When he was certain everything he needed was packed, he hoisted the bag onto his back and turned to face the door.
A tall man stood there, framed in the doorway. He was in his middle-fifties and had a beard. His name was Bob, and was one of Red's dad's oldest friends.
"Where are you going Red's dad?" Bob asked. Red's dad frowned. He glared at Bob, while stroking his pocket at the same time.
"None of your business," Red's dad snapped back.
"There are many Ink-Erasers on this planet, Red's dad, and you really shouldn't play around with one of them. Especially, this one. The All Powerful Ink-Eraser," Bob said.
"It's an Ink-Eraser! Just an Ink-Eraser! So what if it was part of the Evil Lord Shane!"
"It means that the Ink-Eraser is evil! It wants to be reunited with Lord Shane!" Bob snapped. "Give it to me now!"
"Aha! You want it, don't you? Come one, you admitted it! You want my Ink- Eraser for yourself!" Red's dad shrieked.
"RED'S DAD!!" Bob bellowed. "I'm your friend, you stupid arsehole! Give me the bloody Ink-Eraser, or leave it to Red!"
Red's dad stopped waving the Ink-Eraser around. He balanced it on his palm and they both looked it at. It looked perfectly harmless; silver, with blue and white caps.
"Red must get the Ink-Eraser. She'll know what to do with it," Red's dad placed the Ink-Eraser into an envelope and left it on the bed.
He swung his bag onto his bag and left the room, whistling to himself.
Bob peered out the window and watched Red's dad walk down the drive. After he disappeared around a bend in the road, Bob looked at the envelope sitting on the bed, addressed to Red.
He reached out for it, then changed his mind, withdrew his hand and walked from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Red's dad was standing in his bedroom, shoving things into his sports bag. When he was certain everything he needed was packed, he hoisted the bag onto his back and turned to face the door.
A tall man stood there, framed in the doorway. He was in his middle-fifties and had a beard. His name was Bob, and was one of Red's dad's oldest friends.
"Where are you going Red's dad?" Bob asked. Red's dad frowned. He glared at Bob, while stroking his pocket at the same time.
"None of your business," Red's dad snapped back.
"There are many Ink-Erasers on this planet, Red's dad, and you really shouldn't play around with one of them. Especially, this one. The All Powerful Ink-Eraser," Bob said.
"It's an Ink-Eraser! Just an Ink-Eraser! So what if it was part of the Evil Lord Shane!"
"It means that the Ink-Eraser is evil! It wants to be reunited with Lord Shane!" Bob snapped. "Give it to me now!"
"Aha! You want it, don't you? Come one, you admitted it! You want my Ink- Eraser for yourself!" Red's dad shrieked.
"RED'S DAD!!" Bob bellowed. "I'm your friend, you stupid arsehole! Give me the bloody Ink-Eraser, or leave it to Red!"
Red's dad stopped waving the Ink-Eraser around. He balanced it on his palm and they both looked it at. It looked perfectly harmless; silver, with blue and white caps.
"Red must get the Ink-Eraser. She'll know what to do with it," Red's dad placed the Ink-Eraser into an envelope and left it on the bed.
He swung his bag onto his bag and left the room, whistling to himself.
Bob peered out the window and watched Red's dad walk down the drive. After he disappeared around a bend in the road, Bob looked at the envelope sitting on the bed, addressed to Red.
He reached out for it, then changed his mind, withdrew his hand and walked from the room, slamming the door behind him.
