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Posted on | March 1, 2009 | 5 Comments

I have been saying I will write this for a long time and have had a million excuses.

If I cannot follow through on promises how can I expect my children to?

Today I start 1000 words a day, the story that has been rattling around in my brain.

Locker 2375 (Geyomi)

I am not sure who said it first but it must have been a really switched on person. But I do remember my Dad always saying be careful what you wish for. I wish I had thought about those words as much then as I am now.

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I am an ordinary grade 6 student, at an ordinary school, in an ordinary city in rather ordinary times.

My name is Max, My brother is Dex and my best friend is Ana. And there is nothing ordinary about us.

Well, I thought my school was ordinary, and I really did think that I lived in ordinary times.

As it turns out nothing is really ordinary, we see what we want to see and we see those things as we want to see them and often the reality is way out there farther than you can stretch your hand or right on your nose when you have that funny itch.

Some people say I am lucky.

I am not sure luck is involved here. As the days go on, and on, and on, I am beginning to wonder if what I found might not actually be some form of cruel punishment my Mom and Dad thought up to make me put down my PSP, practice the violin and maybe not read as much!

I have actually thought that my parents might be involved, then again they are clever but not that clever.

I happened onto something that most people will never experience, even some I have shared this with have not seen it for themselves but believe, just because.

Sometimes you just have to believe and when you do drop your guard, just a little, in that instant something akin to magic enters the empty space and plays all sorts of tricks on you, some real and some I am sure imaginary. The problem is figuring out where the imaginary begins and the real stops.

I read a lot, I mean a real lot.

I always have a book tucked into my notes so that when the language teachers are droning on I can invest my time well.

I read in science, math, English and even in the toilet if I can smuggle my book out of class with me. Yes I do wash my hands and use hand sanitizer!

But I don’t read Harry Potter and there are all sorts of books that bore me maybe even make me wonder about the mental state of the author was when they put pen to paper.

That is why this process, this manuscript, this story is making me a bit worried.

What I am writing is not a fairy tale that I hope to entertain people with or maybe even make a movie!

No, when I graduate from school I want to be a legoimagineer or a prize winning pastry chef, maybe a butterfly keeper!

What I am recording here and now, under my duvet with the ceiling fan turning and the lights very much on, is a guide.  Yes a guide. A guide on how to understand what is happening around you when you know that something is going on and it has nothing to do with teachers, a silly friend or a pet hamster someone has smuggled into class to put in the teachers desk!

My brother and Ana claim to not see these things like I do BUT Dex leaves the light on at night, won’t go upstairs alone and never has a shower without someone else in the bathroom. I think he sees as much as I do but is too scared to admit it, even to me.  So I go along with him winking and nodding but always keeping an eye on him to learn what he really does know!

Ana, well she sees it all I am sure but thinks that it would be childish to admit she does, just like she says Hannah Montana is for babies but knows all the songs by heart.

I know what I am saying is a bit vague, but you will understand very shortly that to not read and reread these words is akin to walking through life with only one eye open.  And you know what I sometimes think that it might be easier to walk with one eye.

Over the span of 6 months some very strange things happened at my school. And they still happen but I have learned to ignore them most of the time.

Six months ago my school was new. New desks, new teachers, new students, new everything except the building.

The building had been, I am told, a school before but I am not so sure.

We moved in to the school to the sound of workmen, some smiling and some hustling from here to there with a look of panic on their face.  The principal said that they had to get the job done and were behind, hence the panic, but I suspect they saw more of what I saw than they let on.

Slowly the workers finished, the pool was filled, the walkways completed and the final pieces of trim fixed to make this school a finished learning environment.

When you look at the place it is spectacular!  But looks can be deceiving.

And the more I look around today the more I realize how out of place so many things are, have been and will continue to be.

What I am going to share with you is happening right in front of your eyes and is happening constantly!

Don’t be scared by what you are going to read. There is nothing to be scared about. There are no skeletons, ghosts, mummies or slime here. Just a boy telling you what you need to know

To ignore what I have to share is like walking around with one eye closed and that means you are only seeing half of what is happening around you.

—–the security guard

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