1st+event

Chesca 1st draft: Ronald paced back and forth in his small shack, a London breeze filled the air, making Ronald’s cheap waistcoat float lightly behind him. Ronald peeped his head out the rusted window, and saw all the kids in the slums playing hide and seek, and all the parents talking intently about how money was tight around the slums these days. Ronald stepped out onto the brick street, and walked to William’s apartment, well if you could actually call it an apartment. It was more of a laboratory with a bed and kitchen in it. William had been accused of witchcraft before, because of his wacky inventions. Once, he made a laser beam, and burnt his curtains and sofa! Ronald thought it funny every time he remembered it, it seemed silly to him that the british army still used gunpowder, and slow shot guns, while William had built something that was far more complex, and useful, and yet the army shunned william for being different. Ronald approached the door to William’s apartment/laboratory, he knocked on the door and waited before the door burst open in a sudden rush. And there was William standing in a white apron, holding what looked like a small gun. “Should I even ask William?” said Ronald. “I think it best if you didn’t.” Answered William with a tired gaze. “May I come in please Will, I had to get out of my ‘apartment’, it was just so dull, and boring plus I felt this odd urge to come and see you today.” Said Ronald a little bit confused in his own feelings. “Of course you can come in Ronald, just let me clean up a little.” said William as he scrambled around the apartment “cleaning.” Ronald came in and walked about casually until he say something in the corner of the room. Chesca 2nd draft:

I woke up to the sound of the paper boy throwing the weekly London Times newspaper at my small house’ doorstep. I read the top of the page, to check the date: December 11, 1852 “Already!” I mumbled to myself. its going to be christmas soon, and that means that William is going to give me one of his crazy inventions... Oh JOY! i thought to myself sarcastically. William Ashmore is my best friend here in the London slums. William is my only friend because I usually look down on the other people, they are just so despicable and grubby unlike me.  I have curly brown hair that looks like angels weaved them with all the love in heaven, and my face that looks like God sculpted it himself! Talking about my face my eyes are ocean blue, my lips curled into a permanent smile, and my nose the perfect measurements. I am probably the most handsome, beautiful, and gorgeous man living in the slums, or maybe in the whole of England! I look down on the other people because they are just not as handsome and gracious as me, and i shouldn’t be forced to live with that, I mean I’m so much better than them. But the reason I’m friends with William is because he’s the only one around here that really likes me.  Suddenly I felt oddly hungry so I grabbed some the cheap eggs I bought at the market, and put them on the stove william had given me for christmas. The stove was a shiny metallic color, and ran on electric gas power (something William had invented instead of using steam power like the rest of the world.)I put the eggs on a frying pan and turned on the strange stove. As the eggs were sizzling on the stove, I saw the flames licking the side of the pan. I went to turn the heat off but when I touched the nob, I felt a shock run through my arm. “Blimey for the love of the queen! William your inventions are absolutely terrible!” I exclaimed out loud even though there was no one around to hear it. I reached my hand out to turn it off, and succeeded. furious, I stepped out onto the cobble street, and headed for Williams house. I reached William’s doorstep,and knocked on it angrily for I could still feel the electrical shock through my arm. On the inside I could hear metallic things banging about, until finally William opened the door. “That didn’t take long at all!” I said sarcastically, and looked William from head to toe because he was wearing an absurd white apron, broken glasses, and his blonde hair messy and very unattractive. “I’m so sorry Ronald, do come in.” He said, now aware of how odd he looked. I stepped into his house, and saw all of William’s wacky inventions, metal bit and bobs. I looked to the right, and saw a huge machine with flashing lights which was beeping obnoxiously. “Ronald what is this?” I asked curiously. “That my friend, is a cloning machine I made. It doesn’t work yet, but it will.” he assured me. “Of course, and why are you making this?” I asked “Well, the extra magnetic field is investing on...” He continued explaining, but I barely listened. I was more interested in the thing on the shelf that caught my eye.

leila first draft “Hey Will, what’s this over here?” I asked from across the room. In between all of the knobs, metal and gizmos there was a little creature on the shelf. I had noticed it from far away as a small piece of fabric. The colors looked faded and old as if the puppet had been very old. “I picked it up a few nights ago when I was looking for some extra parts by the river. I thought I would bring it back here and clean it up, though I could have sworn that I had left it in the back…” Will, my best friend and mad scientist, had the most peculiar things in his shop. From the roof there hung small metal birds that cooed if you pulled a string and on the walls were small buttons that did the most terrible things. “Come on Ronny, you don’t real want that do you?” I stared at the puppets small gray eyes. They were almost a complete opposite to my own dark blue eyes. Not just that, but me, being a handsome young man and it being so small and ugly. “It is exactly what I want. I have been looking for a pauper for my puppet family and this is just the guy. How much for him?” “Not a cent. It wouldn’t look very good for me to be selling such cheap things now would it? Just get it out of my shop, it smells a bit funny don’t you think?” Will eyed the thing like it was an evil relic. Will walked to the back of the store looking for a small bag so the puppet didn’t stink up my pants. “Thank heavens for you. I’ve been lying about doing nothing for ages. My shoulders are quiet stiff,” Ronald whirled around thinking he had gone insane, but no, there it was. The small puppet was sitting up right and was massaging his shoulders. “Excuse me but, are you talking to me?” I asked feeling more than a little silly. “Well who else would I be talking to? Your not the smartest are you boy?” The small puppet eyes Ronald up and down. “Yes you’ll do just fine,” the puppet said to himself. “Anyway, what’s your name boy?” “Ronald. Ronald Wikermyer,” I stammered. “And what is it you want most, Ronald Ronald Wikermyer?” “Money I suppose.” “Then it is money you shall get.”

leila second draft

“Hey Will, what’s this over here?” I asked from across the room. In between all of the knobs, metal and gizmos there was a little creature on the shelf. I had noticed it from far away as a small piece of fabric. The colors looked faded and old as if the puppet had been very old. “I picked it up a few nights ago when I was looking for some extra parts by the river. I thought I would bring it back here and clean it up, though I could have sworn that I had left it in the back…” Will, my best friend and mad scientist, had the most peculiar things in his shop. From the roof there hung small metal birds that cooed if you pulled a string and on the walls were small buttons that did the most terrible things. Odd metal contrapositions lined the walls and most of them had a foul burning smell coming from them. “Come on Ronny, you don’t really want that do you?” I stared at the puppets small gray eyes. They were almost a complete opposite to my own dark blue eyes. Not just that, but it looked old and ugly with its thinning hair, unlike me with my dark hair and young body. Had someone made him to look like that? It must have been a cruel puppeteer for he made such an ugly little thing thing. “It is exactly what I want. I have been looking for a pauper for my puppet family and this is just the guy. How much for him?” “Not a cent. It wouldn’t look very good for me to be selling such cheap things now would it? Just get it out of my shop, it smells a bit funny don’t you think?” Will eyed the thing like it was an evil relic. As if the apartment didn’t smell awful already. Will walked to the back of the store looking for a small bag so the puppet didn’t stink up my trousers. “Thank heavens for you. I’ve been lying about doing nothing for ages. My shoulders are quiet stiff,” Ronald whirled around thinking he had gone insane, but no, there it was. The small puppet was sitting up right and was massaging his shoulders. “Excuse me but, are you talking to me?” I asked feeling more than a little silly. “Well who else would I be talking to? Your not the smartest are you boy?” The small puppet eyes Ronald up and down. “Yes you’ll do just fine,” the puppet said to himself. “Anyway, what’s your name boy?” “Ronald. Ronald Wikermyer,” I stammered. “And what is it you want most, Ronald Ronald Wikermyer?” “Money I suppose.” This was absurd ! A puppet was talking to me and I was going along with it. If Will sees me, I can only imagen what he would think. “Then it is money you shall get.”