Chapter+2

Chapter 2 of The Sorcerer's Trick By: Caitlyn I.

“Could it b possible? I mean,seriously,how can you trust a book about someone invisible?” Catherine answered,a doubtful look on her face. This question seemed to silence all three of us,until Lucy spoke up. “Who knows? The only way to find out is to put it to the test.” “How do you expect us to do that exactly?” Questioned Catherine. “I’m not sure but we should talk about it later. We should probably start going home. How about we meet up at Bella’s house tonight,” Lucy answered. About half an hour later Lucy and Catherine were knocking on my front door. “Let’s go up into my room,” I suggested. “OK,” Lucy and Catherine agreed. “I brought my book about that girl in Oregon who turned invisible,” Lucy exclaimed. “Thanks. Maybe it will hep us figure out what happened to me,” I replied. “Oh,and here are the papers I wrote up of the two days during and after me being ‘invisible’,” I added,pulling two sheets of paper from my desk. “Before I came over I breezed through my book. It says that the girl in Oregon was led to a forest and found a sorcerer,” Lucy exclaimed. “So,maybe it was a sorcerer who turned you invisible!” Catherine concluded excitedly. “But there aren’t any forests around here,” Lucy pointed out. “Ring! Ring! Ring!” The phone rang. “Catherine! Lucy! Your moms are on their way!” My mom called up the stairs. “Well,I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I exclaimed. After Lucy and Catherine left I went downstairs to see what mom was doing. “Do you have any homework tonight Bella?” My mom questioned. “Oh yeah! I completely forgot. I have a family tree project to work on!” I answered. “OK. Oh,we have a ton of old pictures and stuff about our family tree up in the attic,” my mom added. “Perfect! Thanks mom.” I exclaimed,hurrying up the stairs. This will be great!” I thought to myself. Who knows how long all the stuff in our attic has been in our family. After grabbing my flashlight from my room I dragged my mom’s office chair to the corner of the hallway. As I was climbing onto the chair I looked up,stepped onto the seat of the chair and tugged as hard as I could on the little rope dangling down from the ceiling expertly concealed by a slit in the paint of the ceiling. I quickly leaped off the chair,landing on my stomach in my bedroom doorway,narrowly missing being hit by the ladder that had fallen down leading up to our attic. I pushed my mom’s desk chair back up to her desk and snatched my flashlight off the floor where it had rolled when I had leaped. Flicking on my flashlight I clambered up the little stairway that had fallen down,up to the attic. When I reached the top I walked towards the wall closest to me and using my flashlight’s beam located the little switch that turned on the single light bulb in the attic. I flipped the switch and in the center of the room the light bulb flickered on. Now that I had enough light to see everything I flicked off my flashlight and looked around. Surrounding me were about four bookcases and dozens of dust-covered boxes. I walked over to a wall across from me. It had three large,tall stacks of boxes. I found a chair and pulled it over to where I had found the stacks of boxes and sat down. I blew off the dust on the top box of the stack closest to me and set it on the floor in front of me. After realizing that the boxes were sealed shut I ran down the little attic staircase,down the stairs to the main floor of our house. I rushed to the kitchen opened up the third drawer grabbed the box-cutter ran back upstairs,then up the attic ladder until I reached my chair and plopped down it. I just sat there for a minute or two then sat up and used the box-cutter to open the box that still rested in front of my chair. As I opened the box a cloud of dust flew into the air. I peered inside. Inside were probably about ten photo albums. I randomly chose one from the pile. As I looked through I observed that most of the pictures had little captions next to them explaining what they were. Remembering something from a book I had read I closed he cover of the photo album and dusted it off. There it was,a little plaque that read: Family Reunion 1984. “This probably isn’t the oldest,most interesting thing here,” I told myself,setting the photo album aside as I pulled another out of the pile in the box. The next one was a reddish-brown color. I blew the cover but nothing was there. I opened up to the first page. It read: Family Reunion 1985. I grabbed this album and the one i had set aside and put them back in the box. As I was closing the box I found what I had been hoping for. A yellowed sheet of paper was pasted to the side of the box. The paper stated that the box was albums of Family Reunions 1984-1998. After realizing that the boxes were labeled I looked at the labels on all the other boxes in the three stacks. I chose a few more to look through,selected some albums,set them aside,then moved onto the next wall. On this wall there were two tall book shelves jammed with books. I pulled up the chair and climbed onto it to reach the top shelf. I looked at the titles,Family History,Family Trees,I grabbed some of the oldest,most interesting looking ones I could find until I had finished all four shelves in the room and I had managed to make 5 piles of albums,books,files and folders. I rushed down the attic stairs into my bedroom where I threw open my closet door,reached to the back and pulled out a rubber tub. I lugged the tub back up the staircase leading to the attic. When I had finally reached the attic I pulled the tub over to my piles and started putting everything in it. When I had finished this task I snapped the lid onto the tub and dragged the tub over to the little trapdoor that had the little stairs leading to our top floor. I cautiously pushed the tub down the stairs. “Clunk,clunk,clunkety,clunk,thump!” The tub landed with a huge THUMP! at the bottom of the attic stairs. “I’m O.K.!” I yelled down the stairs. Somewhat more graceful than the tub I climbed down the stairs careful not to step on it. I then pulled the tub into my bedroom. Going back out into the hallway I climbed onto the desk chair and pushed up on the base of the staircase until it folded itself neatly into the ceiling. I put the desk chair back and returned to my room. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand,8:02 pm. Time to get ready for bed. I changed into my pajamas,brushed my teeth then positioned the tub of books and stuff at the foot of my bed,easy accessible. I crawled under my covers,propped up my pillow as a back rest and turned on my bedside lamp. I reached down to get an album and book from the tub. I then sat back up and opened the album. When I had finished looking through it I set it aside and opened the book. On about my fifth time doing this my mom came in to say goodnight. “You can keep reading if you want to,but I’m going to bed,” my mom exclaimed. Once she had left I pulled out a package that had been in the rubber tub. I tore open the seal and reached inside. I pulled out a book that looked quite aged and the pages were yellowed. It was bound with a red,silk ribbon. I untied the carefully made bow. As I opened the book a miniature cloud of dust arose from the pages. The first few pages were blank so I turned to the first page with writing on it. It sounded like a story from reading the first few written pages. Interested on what it was about,I continued reading. When I had finished reading I closed the book and went to put it back in the envelope when I realized that something else was in there. I reached in and pulled out a packet. This one was smaller than the first one. So,I broke the seal and opened it. I pulled out a stack of neatly folded documents. I unfolded the documents to discover that they contained yet another story. When I had finished reading the story I put everything back in the tub and leaned over to turn off my bedside lamp. Once I was all situated I pulled my covers up to my chin and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to,of course,the birds chirping outside my window. I opened my eyes and turned over to face my clock. It read 6:02 am. I reluctantly pulled off my blankets and slowly climbed out of bed. Remembering what I had read last night I excitedly changed into my jeans and t-shirt and raced downstairs for breakfast. “Morning mom!” I greeted my mom as I plopped down in my chair. “What will it be today? Cereal,fruit bowl,yam?” My mom questioned. “Hmm... How about fruit bowl and yam please,” I answered hungrily. “What are you so excited about?” Mom inquired while sliding a bowl of fruit and a buttered yam towards me. “Oh,just excited to see Lucy,Jessica and Catherine I suppose,” I answered while shoveling a fork-full of fruit into my mouth. I glanced at the clock on the microwave. 7:00 am. I dashed upstairs to get ready for school. Not soon enough,my clock read 7:45. I dashed back downstairs out the front door,but before closing it behind me not forgetting to yell “Bye mom!” I ran at full speed to the bus stop,only stopping to catch my breath once I was on the bus. I walked over to sit next to Jessica,across from Catherine and Lucy. “Mr. Ealda is back today,” I exclaimed to no one in particular. “Hey,Jess why didn’t you come to the meeting at my house last night?” I questioned. “We were supposed to meet at your house last night?” Jessica exclaimed. “Yeah,” I leaned real close to Jessica so no one would hear, “to talk about my invisibility!” I whispered. “Oh yeah! Sorry,I forgot to tell you my little brother was sick and so my mom wanted me to stay home and watch him,” Jessica replied. Just then the bus pulled up to our school. We climbed out of the bus and up the steps into our school. “I’ll tell you guys something I found out at recess,” I quickly exclaimed as we went to our classrooms. It seemed like hours,but the clock above the board finally read 12:00-recess. I hurriedly stuffed my books into my bag,racing outside. I rushed as fast as I could to our favorite spot to meet,the oak tree,catching my breath only when I realized that my friends were not there yet. Suddenly,I heard a loud noise coming closer,such as that of running feet. I whirled around to find my three friends Lucy,Jessica and Catherine running towards me. I quickly leaped out of the way to see them standing where I had just been,and just as out of breath as I had been. When they had recovered I was the first to speak. “You guys won’t believe what I found last night!” I exclaimed excitedly. “What is it?” All of them asked at once. “Well I found a lot of stuff,but what I found most interesting was the reason and explanation of why I turned invisible!” I explained mysteriously. We all exchanged glances of curiosity and question for a moment. Then Catherine broke the silence. “Well what was it!” She inquired loudly. A few people looked over at us. “Shh. Not so loud!” I exclaimed. “The story is this: Apparently my great,great,great,great,great,great,great,great,great grandmother was our age and she played a game with her friends where they would travel to distant places and seek out sorcerer's to grant them wishes. So apparently a sorcerer who had heard about this,(even though they would only pretend when they were our age,they actually did not do this in real life,when they were grown-up my great(x9)grandmother found a sorcerer and made him turn her invisible so that she could sneak up on people and play tricks on them)even my grandmother’s trick,decided that since the number he absolutely despised was 10 the 10th descendant of my grandmother would be turned invisible and not know what was going on to get revenge as a trick,” I explained. “How did you figure all this out?” Lucy questioned. “Well,I was going through our attic for that Family Tree project we have to do and I found this story and read it,” I replied. “Who could have written it?” Catherine asked. “I think I saw a name at the top of the first page. It was something like Anatiodious Calunka,” I replied. “That name sounds familiar,” Jessica exclaimed. “I know! I read about an Anatiodious Calunka in my Family Tree book at home. She’s my great,great,great,great,great,great,great,great,great grandmother!” Jessica explained. “That means that she could have been friends with my great(x9)grandmother!” I exclaimed happily. “It would make sense because it read in the story: She had three close friends. Maybe it could be all four of our ancestors!” I concluded extremely excitedly. Just then the bell rang. We gloomily grabbed our bags and headed inside for our afternoon classes,we were reluctant to leave our conversation. “See you after school,” I told my friends. When I arrived at my classroom door I noticed a memo taped to the door. It read: ‘Please go straight to the auditorium for an important meeting. Bring your bags with you!’ So,I continued walking down the hallway,noticing the memo on other doors too. When I arrived at the auditorium I pushed my way through the crowd of people in the doorway and soon found Jessica and Lucy. “Where’s Catherine?” I asked. “Haven’t seen her yet. Oh,wait there she is.” Lucy exclaimed,waving her arms so Catherine would see us. “What do you think this is about?” Catherine asked while coming over to sit with us. “No idea,but I’m missing art class.” Jessica replied. At that moment a huge thundercloud rumbled and rain started pattering the windows. Our school principal walked up on to the little stage and greeted us. “How’re you doing?” She asked. No one answered. “Well,most of you are probably wondering what this is about,” she exclaimed. “As you can see it’s starting to rain. The forecast suggests that a huge storm is coming. Because of this everyone is being sent home early.” A loud cheer went up. “The reason I told you to bring your bags is because if what the forecast predicts is correct,you will have school off for a few days.” An even louder cheer went up. “Now,because of this you will have extra work.” An even louder series of groans was heard. “So,please go to your classroom’s teacher’s group.” As we started moving around my teacher stepped up to the stage to make an announcement. “Will my class please go to our classroom?” So I pushed my way through the crowds and walked down the hallway to my classroom. I pushed open the door and walked over to my desk. About ten seconds later everyone else came in followed by my teacher. She walked over to her desk and picked up a mountainous pile of work,and started passing it out! When she passed my desk she did not deposit anything on to it,like on everyone else’s. When she had finished passing out the work to be completed she sat at her desk,just as the school bell went off to signal the end of class. “Isabella please stay behind,” my teacher announced as the rest of the class filed out the door. So,I stood up and walked over to her desk. She handed me a note that appeared to have been folded over a few times. “I found this on my desk earlier,” my teacher exclaimed,eyeing my note. “Please read it when you’re alone,before you leave school,” she added. As I left my classroom I walked down the hallway with my bag until I came across an average looking door,like any other in the school,except there was no window in the door. I made sure no one was looking and opened the door. The door opened up to a dark closet. I stepped inside the closet. I searched around in my bag until I found my mini-flashlight. I flicked it on and unfolded the note still in my hand. ‘Please send Isabella Poyaja to the front office immediately.’ I folded the note back up and stepped out of the closet. I raced down the hallway until I reached the office. I skidded to a stop outside the door and knocked quietly. After a few short seconds the door opened and I faced the school secretary. I slid to my right as she pushed past. “Isabella,please come in,” a voice inside instructed. I took a deep breath,not knowing what was going to await me and stepped through the secretary’s office into my principal’s office. “Please take a seat,” instructed my principal. Once I had taken my seat I looked beside me. There,looking back at me were Lucy,Jessica and Catherine. “All four of you were called here because a few nights ago I received this package.” Our principal took out a rather odd,large shaped package from the desk we were seated in front of. “I was told to give it to you on a rainy day and not tell anyone about it. The reason you don’t have any homework is because this is your homework,” my principal continued. Our principal handed me the package and I tucked it into my bag. “You three only open this when you are alone,please,” my principal added. When we had agreed,we left and went home.

Do you want to find out what the package is? Will the girls get a chance to open the package? Will they have time alone to open the package? Find out by reading Chapter 3of the Sorcerer's Trick.

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