Wizards of Waverly Place

I've got a secret

Part Two: Day Two

It was Sunday, October 3, 2010, and this is day two of a year of the life of the Russo's. The Russo's were about to sit down to breakfast, and all had big plans for today to resolve, or stop, their problems from happening, except for Max that is.

Jerry had just walked into the loft/kitchen. "Ha, anybody seen Max? I found his coat in my closet, and he wasn't there."

"Well, did you look everywhere in the closet?" Asked Theresa.

"Theresa, how many places in a closet can somebody hide in? It's not like there's an entire world in that closet, there's like, ten square feet in there. I can't even fit in that thing, let alone hide in it with nobody finding me." Said Jerry.

"Ha, there's no food in that closet, he'll be out in less than three weeks." Said Alex.

"What if he dies in there?" Asked Justin.

"Will you all shut up about Max!" Yelled Jerry.

"You're the one who brought him up." Argued Theresa.

"Ha, I'm taking a professional poker class to win back that necklace, I feel it happening, I really do." Said Jerry.

"Jerry, why are you helping somebody, you don't even know, win a necklace back, for somebody else you don't even know their name?"

"I don't know the guy's name either." Added Jerry as he took three pancakes, some sausage, bacon, and poured syrup all over it, and threw it into his back pack. "Goin' to my class, ta."

"Bye." Said everybody, not caring.

"Ha, Juliet and I are going to a film shooting today. It's one of those movies that only comes out in big cities that nobody hears about, but it's still cool!" Yelled Justin.

"Well, Mason and I are going to an archery class to learn to shoot out people's tires with arrows." Said Alex. "So you better watch out mom, for your tires could be next."

"Ah!" Yelled Theresa.

"What's your problem?" Asked Justin as he focused on what coat to wear.

"You guys live such, extraordinary lives, and I'm the most boring person in the world. I can't even make a special kind of recipe for my family." Sulked Theresa as she sank under the table.

"She's out! Let's go before she comes back!" Yelled Alex as she ran and tripped on the couch.

"Go, there's nothing anybody can do to help me from my life of monotony now." Whined Theresa.

"And even if we could, see ya." Said Alex as her and he bruised arm left.

"Mom, I know one day, you'll find purpose in your life, find a way to help people, and I believe in you. Bye." Said Justin as he walked out of the room.

From outside, one could hear muffled laughter. "Oh, I wonder where Max is now. Maybe he could make some problems for me to solve, but I am pretty busy working on helping other people and finding purpose in my life. Eh, Jerry can do it." Said Theresa as she lit up a cigarette.

In the mystery closet, Max was wandering in the dead gray city, which he stayed in. He stayed in an ash filled room, and slept on a bed of cinders. "Wow, those cinders are bad for your back. Ha, that's why people don't sleep on them. I understand it all now! Ha ha." Said Max as he continued on. "Wow, Dad's closet sure has big cities in it. And skies, and clouds. Wonder why dad never talked about his closet. If I had a closet like this, I'd tell people about it, so they'd all envy me. That's what I'd do!" Yelled Max as he moved on.

At the archery ring, Alex and Mason were shooting arrows at targets, and doing it badly. "Ha!" Yelled Mason as he shot an arrow from its bow.

"Oh!" Groaned a man as he fell dead on the ground.

"Wow, this arrow thing is harder that it looks on the archery channel." Whined Alex.

"We'll never be able to shoot out car's tires at this rate. We need to take better, more intense lessons. So we can learn faster, and deflate the dreams of anybody with a car." Proclaimed Mason.

"Good indeed, and I like the tire metaphor." Said Alex. "But those lessons are really expensive. I mean, only celebrities and, bank robbers, and, super heroes can afford those advanced lessons. But we are wizards, and a werewolf, we should be able to get the money to afford those stupid lessons, and shoot out people's tires, and maybe later on, birds." Said Alex.

"That wasn't a metaphor, and couldn't we just use magic to blast the tires? I mean, it would take less work, thinking, and money." Said Mason.

"Mason, I guess people can use magic to shoot out people's tires, and maybe that passes in England, but here in, wherever, we don't take short cuts. It would be to easy, if we don't test ourselves, to solve problems without using magic, then we'll never amount to anything. So let's get out there, and find a way to make money!" Yelled Alex.

"Okay!" Yelled Mason as he shot another arrow. A man screamed.

At the studio, Justin and Juliet were watching the shooting of a low budget, low interest movie that didn't deserve to be put in real theaters, and only those in big cities where people only go to escape the police. That movie would go on to win the Oscar at the 83rd Academy Awards. "Wow, this movie sucks!" Yelled Justin. "I've never seen a cast of such no talent hacks, giving such shallow and vague performances that they couldn't compete with a school of, aspiring singers who have no talent, sing other singer's songs, and all seem to have parent who are celebrities."

"Justin, do you have to complain about everything that life han, bla!" Said Juliet as she was disgusted by the deplorable acting of Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush, and Helena Bonham Carter in that awful film in progress. "Wow, these people are, horrible. I could do a better job at acting out the life of King George the Sixth then those people, with me playing him!" Yelled Juliet.

"Boy, somebody should start a campaign to stop this film from being made. We should secretly film this shooting, show people how bad it is, then assemble an angry mob to come here and kill every actor and rip up all the sets." Suggested Justin.

"Couldn't we get arrested for that? And you said we should stay low profile to lower the chances of magic being exposed." Said Juliet.

"Juliet, sometimes something like this comes along, and a man must throw aside everything he stands for in order to protect what he believes in. This movie is awful." Said Justin as he cried.

"Okay, if you want to illegally film this movie, and risk us getting arrested, for the rest of our lives, which for me is forever, just to stop some movie that you don't like from getting made, then go ahead, but I want nothing to do with it." Said Juliet.

"Okay, but when this movie moves into local theaters, and you get forced to see it, by society who has taste for movies, that don't appeal to real people, but look for aspects in films, such as what, art? And you hate it, and are rejected by everybody you love, you're going to wish you had helped me now when I suggested it, right now!" Said Justin.

"Everybody I love? Even you?" Asked Juliet as she laughed.

"Ya, even me. So, will you help me, Juliet?"

"Fine, if it keeps me from a life of rejection, and hatred for not appreciating lousy media styles, then I'll help you shut down this production." Said Juliet.

"Great, then hold the camera, anybody sees me holding it I'll get shut away for the rest of my life." Said Justin as he lit up a cigar.

"Thanks for your concern you jerk." Said Juliet as she hit him with the camera.

"Ha, I'm the one who saved your life from eternal solitude and loneliness. Wow my head hurts, better use magic to fix it." Said Justin as he used magic on his head in there was a loud banging sound. "Ow! At least now it's magical, healing pain, instead of that filthy, mortal pain, 'cept you're a vampire."

"Just shut up, your voice is blocking out the dialog." Said Juliet. "Ugh."

At the poker class, or Kramer's house, they were reading a manual about the key aspects of poker. "Wow, who knew that there are, fifty-two cards in a poker deck, every deck!" Exclaimed Jerry. "We could use a lot from that alone.

"Ya, ha, did you know, that if you have any five cards in your hand, and they all have the same picture on them, that counts for something?" Asked Kramer.

"Wow, so you could win with all, hearts, diamonds, clovers, and pointy leaves. That necklace is gonna be ours in no time." Said Jerry. "Just wondering, how did you lose your friends necklace in the first place?"

"They won Jerry's CD changer, and I wasn't ready to lose that. Plus he'd probably have to pay for it, and nobody lends me money anymore. So I bet the necklace, and I lost."

"Oh, I see."

"Ya, ha after this, I need you help on how to get Jerry's CD changer back."

"Uh, okay." Said Jerry as he read the manual. "Ha, did you know an ace could be a one, or an eleven?"

"No way!" Yelled Kramer.

"Ya, it is."

"Oh."

In the mystery closet, Max had been walking for a long time, and he came to a large structure that looked like a large courthouse. "Wow, look at that. I bet that's where dad keeps his special band T-shirts that he doesn't want mom to throw away. She'd never look here." He went into the courthouse, but the only shirts he found were old, worn shirts that were completely covered in blood, where as Jerry's shirts only had a few drops of blood on them. "Wow, where am I?"

At the house, Theresa was sitting down to dinner, and nobody was there. "I knew it, the family is so disgraced by my boringness that they've abandoned me, first Max, now the rest. Oh." Said Theresa as she fell into her bowl of bland soup.

Will Justin shut down the horrible movie? Will Alex and Mason raise the money for advanced archery classes to shoot out tires? What will Max find in the magical courthouse? Will Jerry and Kramer ever get the necklace back? And if they do will they get Jerry's CD changer back to? Will Theresa ever find her place in life? You'll find out if you read the other 363 days in the year in the life of the Russo's, "I've got a secret."