Tales from Gulinger High: Tale Three E-Book

Julie Steimle

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Tom Brown may have earned his nickname Trouble, but he certainly did not deserve the trouble he was having on Halloween this year. Toilets are overflowing. School files are getting tossed. Papers are getting stolen. And Tom is the one getting blamed--and he didn't even get to enjoy doing those pranks! But when Tom finds out who the culprit is, he wishes that he hadn't. After all, his father was a little devil--literally. Guliner High Where the haunted and unwanted go.

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Julie Steimle

Tales from Gulinger High: Tale Three

Trick or Treat

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Early Present

"Wake up!”

Turning in his heavily wrapped-around bed sheets and blankets, Tom Brown rubbed his orange eyes blearily, blinking at the bright light shining in his face from the dorm hallway. Then he glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock. 1:00 AM. Blinking his eyes again, he moaned. “Too early.”

The headmaster shook him then kicked the foot of his bedpost.

His roommate lurched up with a start. Grabbing the wall and the desk next to the head of his bed, his sleep-filled eyes set on the headmaster standing furiously over him. He uttered, “Oh” and dropped back to his pillow, snoring again in seconds.

“You made that mess in my office, and you are going to clean it up! Now!”

Lifting his head, Tom opened one eye again. “What? Are you kidding? I’ve been sleeping.”

“Don’t give me any of that nonsense!” the headmaster shouted as someone larger yanked his covers off of him. “Only you could have done it! Everything is overturned, including my desk.”

 “Why in the world would I do something like that at one in the morning?” Tom moaned, running his fingers through his mussed up platinum blonde hair. He sat up straighter though, meeting the headmaster’s glare on him.

“For the same reason you did it last week! To bug me! Now fix it!”

But Tom flopped back to his bed, moaning again that it was too early. He would have nodded back off to sleep again if the thuggish janitor had not jerked him off by his feet then dragged him into the hall.

Tom stared up at the ceiling, wincing at the fluorescent light blinding him overhead. The janitor dragged him by the ankles right behind the headmaster towards the stairwell.

“Mr. Ferrar, you will accompany Mr. Brown to the office, and you will not let him leave until it is entirely put to right again.” She trotted ahead with brisk hard steps.

Accompany? Tom stared at the repeating hole pattered tiles overhead, feeling the cold tile slide against his back before they entered to the stairs, musing over the possibility of being dragged the entire way. The idea of thump, thumping down the steps forced a grunt of chagrin into him, and by his little wings, Tom fluttered with enough loft off his back to be a foot in the air.

“OK!” Tom said with a kick to get out of the janitor’s hold before they got any farther, freeing his ankles. He fluttered over their heads into the stairwell and landed barefoot on the stairs between them, casting both the janitor and the headmaster the dirtiest of glares. “I’ll clean the office! But for the record, I wasn’t the one who messed it up.”

He then stomped the rest of the way down, passing the headmaster. She followed him wordlessly. The janitor emitted a few curses though, muttering, “Those invisible imps or you, it’s all the same.”

Tom stopped, turning on the last step with another foul look. “I’ll have you know, it isn’t the same. I don’t control them. They just do favors for me from time to time.

“Besides,” he said while continuing on, “It’s Halloween. Imps can act on their own on Halloween without any prompting from me.”