MAGIC AT THE MUSEUM

Is this story worth reading? Maybe. I can’t decide that for you, but what I will tell you is that this book is worth reading and you’re really going to like this.

CHAPTER 1: DYLAN???

Dylan carpell and frank fruts are walking from their school to go home in New York, the southern side. When Dylan stops in his tracks and glances his head over at a huge building that he never noticed before. Frank obviously notices and looks confused and taps him on the shoulder to ask him what’s up when Dylan runs up to the tall building, ripping the DO NOT ENTER tape off and slamming the door open and running through.

The building Dylan has just run through is a very old, almost abandoned looking museum type build, almost like a church but it doesn’t look very holy. It has a sign at the front but some of the letters have fallen off, so now it says T E ME OF N E YOR and that’s not very helpful and franks not feeling like using his brain today so without thinking he just runs in the building to try and look for Dylan. When frank is running, he trips over something, and he falls over. Franks trying so hard not to scream but he has broken something.

Distressed and worried, frank is trying not to freak because that’s always the downfall of horror movie characters. So, imagine a crippled 16-year-old boy limping around yelling quietly “DYLAN” in a freaky building that has weird statues and bones everywhere. Stepping over the bones, frank realises it’s been 2 hours since he has seen Dylan, and franks had enough so he walks back, but when he walks back, he realises all of the statues have moved, and the bones that were on the floor are now conjoined together to make a skeleton dinosaur. The honest reaction of Dylan is ‘WTF.” And his first thought is “this is something Dylan would do.”

Dylan has not made a sound, not a peep. It’s been three hours, either he’s dead or... well. Frank has been surrounded by all these ancient looking figure statues, some are big, some are small, and some are giant like the huge dinosaur that’s making frank nervous with all the eye contact. Frank is worried, confused and scared all at the same time. He is stood in the middle of the circle sweating when suddenly one of the statues light up, frank is confused and grateful because he can see much better. The statue is bright red and seems like some sort of animal. Tiger? No. Elephant?? No. lion? Oh my god it’s a lion! Frank is happy with himself that he figured it out but is still figuring out why its glowing.

Frank is not really the type to belief in magic, he thinks that the only true magic is Wi-Fi and that anything else is undetermined. But frank is a bit sceptical, he had just had a lesson reading harry potter so he has an open mind, and having a wave of adrenaline, he goes up a little closer and touches the lion statue. he thought maybe if he touched it, it would unlock something like in the movies. In this instance, frank was right, because as soon as he touched the lion’s mane, the whole building went bright red, flashing lights everywhere. Franks vision is destroyed for a few seconds and when he regains it, he is shocked, the statue has turned into a real lion, and is presumably singing.

A singing lion was not what frank had planned on seeing today after school. He froze but he couldn’t keep freezing because walls were moving, floors were shifting, and lions were singing. That had got frank startled, and he had sat himself down on a makeshift bench out of dinosaur bones. He is watching as a lion sings a song he has never heard of before and is trying to wake himself up because his dreams are a lot like this. He has slapped himself a couple times now and is excepting that he is not dreaming and is seeing a lion do back flips and sing vocals up to G10 sharp. Now even harry potter couldn’t handle this. Frank sits there for awhile and when the lion’s song is ending everything is slowly coming back together and it is like no animal was singing at all, and frank is sitting on the floor giving a “did I just see that” face.

Wrote by max w. 😊

I don’t care what you think.

I don’t care what you think. I don’t care if you don’t like me or if my appearance doesn’t suit you. I don’t care if what I say makes you uncomfortable. I don’t care if my joy gives you pain and my laughter makes you disgusted. I don’t care if my choices in life are not what you had planned. I don’t care if who I love is a problem for you. I don’t care if who I hang out with disrupts your day. I don’t care if you don’t like how I dress or what I wear. i don’t care if you disagree with me because I don’t care what you think.

Poem by max w. 😊