Hello my dear readers. I'm sooo sorry I didn't post the third chapter yesterday. The original story I wrote is in German so I have to translate it. And that's a lot of work, but I try to post the chapters regularly.

So today it's Matt and Mello's first school day. They also make a trip to a museum where something terrible happens.

Enjoy ^-^.Please,please review!


- September in 1996:

The years passed and with the time I felt comfortable in the Wammy's. It was my real home and Matt and me became best friends.

Today was our first schoolday. Everywhere were excited children, going to their place to get photographed and you heard a steady murmur. After all photos were taken, the children gathered together in their classes.

I looked around to make sure who was in my class. "So. I think we're complete now." The teacher of our class said, after counting us. Our class formed two rows and then we went to our classroom. On the door was a sign that said "1D". It was written in a beautiful script.

The teacher opened the door and all children rushed into the room. "You can sit down wherever you like." The teacher said. I sat down in the row before last and Matt sat on the chair at the window right next to me. Near was in my class, too. He seated himself in the very first row. Our first exercise was it to make name signs for ourself. All children in the class were geniuses, so it was no problem to write down our names. I liked this exercise and began immediately. After a while, Matt moved and slowly took out a sheet of paper and his pencil case and began writing or rather painting. We had half an hour time for doing this. As everybody finished it, the teacher had an idea. "Let's play a game to get to know your classmates," she said. Then she looked around the class and continued, "Best is, you begin, Near. And then we go through the rows to the back. "As everybody was introduced, the break began. "That was fast!" Matt said surprised. The children left everything behind and quickly went out of the classroom. Matt and me went rather slow, we didn't have to hurry. On the schoolyard we took our breakfast (I took my chocolate, of course).

After the break we went back to the classroom. Our last exercise on this day was, to write down all the words we already could write. As the schoolbell ended the class, Matt and I went to the common room and did what we ever did.

I liked the first schoolday very much and looked forward to the next day. I also told Matt this and after a while he seemed to be annoyed. On the rest of the day we didn't do much. We talked about the school or other things.

Days passed, which became weeks, which again became months. I liked school more and more.

One week ago the teacher announced we go to a museum. Today was the day with the journey.

After Matt and I woke up we took our breakfast and then went to the main gate. The weather was bad. It was cold and the sky was grey. It was 8:15. Our teacher was already there and little by little the rest of the class came. Near the main gate was a bus stop where we went to . Suddenly it began to rain. At first just a bit but as it got more, we went under the roof, which fortunately was next to the bus stop. "Great. Now it rains." The teacher said, though more to herself.

I hated rain. What I hated about it, was the moisture. I had nothing against water, but I didn't like it to get the rain into my face.

Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts. It was Matt. "Are you coming. The bus is there," He said, as he poked me. Then we got into the bus and drove to the museum.

The drive lasts about half an hour. As this was over, we had to walk a bit. The rain got less, but the most children took out their umbrellas. Matt and I forgot them and took over our hoods. Then we finally arrived. The teacher went to the ticket office to buy the tickets. It was nice and warm in the room and everybody was happy to be in dry. After about fife minutes we were allowed to freely walk in the museum to look at the paintings or other works of art.

I was very glad, we were allowed to look at all by ourselves. Guides always were very boring.

For me, the pictures were beautiful and interesting. Sometimes I wondered how you could paint so exactly.

After a while, we stayed in front of a wonderful picture. It was by far the most beautiful picture we have ever seen. On the picture were waterfalls, a lot of colorful flowers, and unbelivable beautiful landscapes. We went very close to the painting to see every detail. "Matt, what's that? Do you hear that too?" I asked Matt as I noticed a low ticking. "Yes. Me too," Matt answered, as he listened more accurately.

We were very curious and wanted to know from where the noise came and especially what it was. Slowly and with pricked ears we went along the wall. Each of us went in another direction. "I think here it's the loudest." Matt said after a moment. I went to him and also heard it there. I ran to our teacher and told her we found a ticking. She came with me and some curious children followed us.

Then the teacher went to the wall and also heard the ticking. "So, it's not a clock," she said. All were utterly curious and wanted to now what it was.

Suddenly we heard fast steps coming closer to us. It was a man. He looked like the janitor. "I saw in the security camera that here is a big roister. May I ask what happened?"

"Here's a ticking in the wall," The teacher answered. Now, the janitor heard the ticking, too and said, "Yeah, right. It's behind the picture." He took the picture off the wall and carefully laid it on the ground.

He then put his ear on the spot at the wall, where the picture hang and knocked on it. "Oh, It's hollow. But only here." He noticed. "I will knock down the wall. Hopefully it's nothing bad." The janitor said. Then he briefly went away to get the right tool, for knocking down the wall. He came back very fast and before he began he said, "Everyone, one step back." And then hit the wall with a lot of momentum, followed by another slog. Now this part of the wall has fell in descay.

Carefully, the janitor wiped away the scree and as he found the source of the ticking he almost fainted. "I-it's a bomb" He shouted and then all people in the museum got panicky and ran through the area. The teacher pushed the alarm button. She quickly looked at the bomb and noticed it was a time bomb. "Oh my god. Two minutes left. We need to get out of here," she screamed, as loud as she could, so that everybody in the museum heard it and took the fastest exit. Matt and I also panicked and ran out as all people. We ran further and further and faster and faster. Matt and I held us on our hands and pulled eachother further. About 100 meters away from the museum we stood and saw that the others ran to us in panic.

Totally exhaust, we stood there and looked at the museum, which every moment exploded. "Hopefully are all here. We can't go back in there. The best is, we all keep our ears." The teacher said, which also was very exhaust. All children pressed their hands on their ears. Then we all ran a few meters away, because we were afraid of being too near. "Actually the bomb has to explode now," the teacher said, as she looked on her clock. But the bomb didn't explode. After further two minutes nothing happened. "It seems to be a dud. The bomb didn't explode, but it could happen every moment." The janitor noticed. All stared excited at the museum. Matt and the others grizzled, because they were cold.

After a quarter hour we slowly went back to the museum. Suddenly it exploded and the pressure wave was so violently, that we all fell on the ground. Matt kneeled down and began crying. "What's up, Matt?" I asked him. Matt turned to me and said, "My Game Boy is in there!" The teacher turned to Matt and said, "I think I told you to not take your Game Boy with you."

I stared at the museum, which still burned in bright flames. Matt poked me. He was still crying. The teacher called together the rest of the class and together we all went back to The Wammy's.


I will post the next chapter on Thursday as always.^-^bye bye