Dear Hewitt,
Hello. How are you? I am good. School was fun. Was it not? I will see you next year. Or possibly, it will be feasible during the holidays. Well, be sure to write back. Bye!
From Hayley.
The soon to be twelve year old sat back, and marvelled at her handiwork.
Hayley awoke with a start. Sweat was trickling down her forehead. Breathing heavily, she climbed out of bed, and headed for a glass of water. She had the most terrible nightmare she had ever had. She wrote Hewitt a letter, but it was so horrible, so threateningly pathetic, that she got frightened to even dream about it. She decided to write him a letter.
Hayley awoke with a start. Sweat dripping off her face as she jumped out of bed in panic. She had just dreamed that she was going to write Hewitt a letter. Such a thing was absurd. She hated Hewitt, and the way that his glasses are always on his face when she doesn’t want them to be. She thought she would write him a letter.
Hayley awoke with a start. Sweat dripping from her forehead, she scrambled out of bed. She had had a terrible nightmare that she hated Hewitt. Such a thing was absurd. A governor like her who goes on many brave adventures in tunnels with her trusty side kick, “In the Anna Jones” (say “In the Anna” quickly so it sounds like one word), has no time for frightening nightmares. She went and got dressed into her ninja costume and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother came downstairs and started quaking to her. She had to quack, because Hayley’s worst enemy, “Lets Loot Her” turned her into a mutant “Duck Headed Squirrel” with the head and body, of a duck. In fact, she was entirely a duck, but this would not be technically accurate (her neck was still that of a squirrel’s). Hayley had learnt duck language. Her mother was telling her that she must fight evil in a cave somewhere. Hayley then suddenly appeared in a cave, with her trusty side kick. She had a torch out, and came around a corner. Something came out of no where. Hayley landed a kick on it, and it went flying (up till now, it was believable). She looked in the nearby mirror, and saw an elegant princess looking back at her. She smiled, and looked at the little people giving her things. One person though, who looked a lot like Hewitt, came and pushed her off the cliff face.
Hayley awoke with a start. Cold sweat was dripping off her fore head. She scrambled out of bed and headed down stairs. She pinched herself hard to check she was awake. Success, she felt a sharp pain on her arm. She then sat down, and began writing Hewitt a letter. She sat down, pulled out a pen and paper, and began to write.
Dear Everybody Dance Now, Bomp, Bomp, Bomp Bomp, Bomp,
I hope that you are well. I have had great holidays. I am planning to go to Horizont Alley soon. I must meet you there. I have written Roger a letter already. He will soon write back. I hope that you have tremendous Holidays
From doo doo doo doo, chh chh, doo doo doo, doo doo, Can’t touch this
She sat back, and marvelled at her handiwork. She smiled, and ran over to Her-Favouritist-Pigeon-In-Tha-World (she’d actually called the pigeon she’d found in New York that) and handed the letter to it.
“Now, I know this says ‘Everybody Dance Now, Bomp, Bomp, Bomp Bomp, Bomp’, but I want you to take this to Hewitt OK?” Hayley told it. “Ok? OK? Answer me you feathery git!” (Her-Favouritist-Pigeon-In-Tha-World had tuned out when Hayley had said Bomp, for the first time) the pigeon hooted and took the letter from her. Hayley marvelled at her handiwork again, at getting such a gittery feather (when Hayley was isolated from her friends, strange things happened to her brain) to go deliver her letter.
It was midnight when Her-Favouritist-Pigeon-In-Tha-World got back from his flight. He wasn’t carrying a letter and headed straight back to his cage. Moments later, she got a reply from Roger.
Dear doo doo doo doo, chh chh, doo doo doo, doo doo, Can’t touch this,
Thank you for your wonderful letter. I will indeed meet you at Horizont Alley if you want. I’m worried about Hewitt, as he has not replied to any of my letters. Either he hates me, or he can’t reply. If he doesn’t write back to my next letter, I’ll come and get him myself. I’ll probably do something illegal, but never you worry about that. Now, I’ll be at Horizont Alley on Thursday, so you’d better be there. Well, I’ll see ya later ok? Bye.
From, Lights out! Guerrilla Radio doo noo nooo noo nooo, noo noo noo noo noo noo
Hayley smiled, wrote back a quick reply, and hurried off to bed.
She headed over to the bookshop, where she saw a very excited looking Mrs Williams standing in a line. Mrs Williams caught sight of Hayley and beckoned her to come over to her.
“Wonderful news, dear! Hewitt’s got himself lost and… uh…oh” Mrs Williams finished as she noticed Johnson guiding Hewitt into the book shop.
“Hello Mrs Williams! Here’s Hewitt. He got himself lost in Meningococc Ally. I found him there, as I was buying some illegal stuff, I mean, some illeg… I mean some very innocent stuff.” Johnson said smiling.
“Thank Goodness you found him Johnson, because we were so very worried/unconcerned about him.” Mrs Williams cried.
“Hewitt, what were you doing in Meningococc Alley?” Roger demanded who had just turned up.
“I got lost, but luckily, Johnson here, wait, where’s he gone?” For Johnson had just gone running off. “Hmm, that’s strange. Anyway, if you want to listen to my story, then pull up a chair, because it will take a few seconds to tell you.” Roger and Hayley ran off at that moment and came back with some chairs.
“Right, we’re waiting.” Hayley said.
“Ah, yes, I remember it like it was yesterday…” Hewitt began but Roger cut across him.
“It happened about five minutes ago.”
“Ah well, you see, what happened was;
“I was at the Williams’ house, and we were about to head to Horizont Alley, using A-Choo Powder in the fire. I watched Roger and his twin Brothers, go into the fire and cry, ‘I want to go to Horizont Alley please’, and they immediately disappeared. I then stepped into the fire, and said, ‘I want to go to Horizont Alley’, but seemingly because I didn’t ask politely, it sent me to Meningococc Alley. There, I saw Nausea Odor walking around with his father in an evil looking shop. I hurried out of the shop, and was ambushed by six or seven armies. Luckily though, Johnson came along and saved me from them. He brought me back to Horizont Alley, where we found Mrs Williams looking very excited in here.” Hewitt narrated.
At that moment, a fancy looking witch came into the store. Everybody cheered as she came and sat down at the table.
“Welcome everybody, and welcome. In case you didn’t hear me the first two times welcome again. I am here to announce the opening of my new book, ‘Oh How I Like 2 B Me’.” Everybody applauded, except Hewitt, who was behind Hayley. “I also have an announcement. Hewitt Parkinson is in the store! Somebody throw him up hear please!” at this, about twenty people grabbed Hewitt and threw him at the witch. The fancy looking which stepped aside as Hewitt came flying to her. She gathered him up. “What a day it is folks.”
“What’s up with the witch?” Hayley asked Roger.
“She’s Gabrielle HeatStroke. Mum fancies her.” Roger replied.
“Today, I would like to announce, that I the greatest wizard, I mean witch of all time, will be teaching Defence at Delarg National Institute For The Magical Community Of England! Or as most people call it, Delarg! But of course, we all know that it should be called, ‘D.N.I.F.T.M.C.O.E’ for short.” The fancy looking witch continued.
There was a murmur of Agreement amongst the people surrounding Hayley.
“And as a conclusion, I will now give Hewitt and his friends my entire collection as well as Magic For Intermediate which they will also need. Now, run along now everybody, while I give Hewitt, Roger and Hayley get their free books. And as a warning, don’t ask how I know who his friends are.” Hayley and Roger raced up and joined Hewitt who was staggering underneath a pile of books.
When they all got back to Roger’s house, where they put their new books into their bags ready to head off to school the next day.
“So Hewitt, why haven’t you written back to me or Roger all summer?” Hayley asked him straight away.
“Well, it’s like this; I’ve got another story to tell.
“It had been a terrible summer because none of my friends were writing to me. About a week ago, I found a Housey Fella on my bed. It turned out that he had been taking all the letters that you all kept sending me. He wanted to stop me coming to Delarg this year because something bad is going to happen. When I refused to stay home, he raced done stairs and did some magic. A pigeon came fluttering in bearing a warning from the government. It said I would be expelled if I did any more magic. After that, Uncle John locked me in my room, with bars on the windows and a little cat flap to give me food. Eventually, Roger here, with his brothers Felix and Grant came along on a flying motor bike. After they had ripped out the bars, I put my luggage for school in the boot (figure that one out) and we went to Roger’s house.” Hewitt told. It seemed that Roger had had a much more interesting holidays then Hayley’s.
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