Magic Mushrooms-My Coursework, chapter 1
Not behind your house, but behind your neighbour's house there is a wood. Well this story takes place in that very wood. It's about a child who you may have heard of, Billie. When he was younger, younger than you are now, he discovered powers for greater than ever seen before to earth.
Billie was never one of those children who fit in. He challenged authority, rebelled against his friends and when he wasn't doing this he'd sit in the wood, the very one I told you about, playing his guitar-the only thing which kept him sane. His parents didn't care about him; he hadn't seen them since last week when they went to ASDA and never returned, then again they were never the greatest parents!
Ever since his parents left, Billie was always hungry. He was a growing boy and half the time had to go without food, this caused the start of a new hobby, searching and eating nature's delights. This became sort if a game for him, other children played scrabble and football, but Billie tested his luck with nature. Some days he would win but other days he felt like dying would be less painful.
It was during one of these games that he saw the fairies. You probably think he was drunk and saw them in some sort of blurred vision of the unknown, but he would never touch a drop of alcohol, he still doesn't. Billie was sitting on his usual tree stump when he first saw some unusual mushrooms. They were unlike anything he had seen before, grey in colour yet with a shape that was intriguing. Billie was risky and took a chance with the mushrooms.
It was that very day that Billie first heard the giggles.
"Who's there?" Billie almost whispered as he glanced around nervously, being unsure of what to think. Laughter still rang out but no one answered.
"Show yourself! I'm err.... Armed!" Billie declared as he stared at his guitar.
"Silly boy, you could not harm us", this voice sounded so tiny and high pitched that Billie could have been dreaming. Before he had time to reply, he saw from who the voice came from.
"Damn, I look stupid!"
"At least your voice doesn't make you sound like a 3 year old GIRL!" Would you believe that two fairies had appeared before Billie?
If the idea of fairies would surprise you, their appearances would probably scare you half to death. The first fairy looked male but was wearing a frilly pink tutu. The second fairy was also male, shorter than the first, in a blue tutu. He seemed to be enjoying his outfit.
"You always have to do the 'silly boy' speech don't you, Tre?"
"Sure do, it scares the pants off them," Tre replied as confidently as one can with a squeaky tone.
"How much have you drunk?"
"Silly Mike, Not that much," Tre hiccupped then carried on with his giggles.
If anyone of you reading this now had seen these fairies you would probably walk away, making up a feeble excuse like you shouldn't have eaten that last bag of sugar, but not Billie, oh no, he picked up his guitar and began swinging it round at Mike and Tre.
His eyes grew wide, the whites showing pain. The world seemed to be spinning faster and faster till all that was left was a coloured blur and the giggles of a drunken fairy.
The next thing Billie knew, night had fallen over him like a blanket of the unknown. He was entirely unsure of whether this was a dream or not. If you have ever been in a wood in the middle of the night you will know how Billie felt, he picked up his guitar and ran home; that was if he could really call his house home anymore.
Billie was never one of those children who fit in. He challenged authority, rebelled against his friends and when he wasn't doing this he'd sit in the wood, the very one I told you about, playing his guitar-the only thing which kept him sane. His parents didn't care about him; he hadn't seen them since last week when they went to ASDA and never returned, then again they were never the greatest parents!
Ever since his parents left, Billie was always hungry. He was a growing boy and half the time had to go without food, this caused the start of a new hobby, searching and eating nature's delights. This became sort if a game for him, other children played scrabble and football, but Billie tested his luck with nature. Some days he would win but other days he felt like dying would be less painful.
It was during one of these games that he saw the fairies. You probably think he was drunk and saw them in some sort of blurred vision of the unknown, but he would never touch a drop of alcohol, he still doesn't. Billie was sitting on his usual tree stump when he first saw some unusual mushrooms. They were unlike anything he had seen before, grey in colour yet with a shape that was intriguing. Billie was risky and took a chance with the mushrooms.
It was that very day that Billie first heard the giggles.
"Who's there?" Billie almost whispered as he glanced around nervously, being unsure of what to think. Laughter still rang out but no one answered.
"Show yourself! I'm err.... Armed!" Billie declared as he stared at his guitar.
"Silly boy, you could not harm us", this voice sounded so tiny and high pitched that Billie could have been dreaming. Before he had time to reply, he saw from who the voice came from.
"Damn, I look stupid!"
"At least your voice doesn't make you sound like a 3 year old GIRL!" Would you believe that two fairies had appeared before Billie?
If the idea of fairies would surprise you, their appearances would probably scare you half to death. The first fairy looked male but was wearing a frilly pink tutu. The second fairy was also male, shorter than the first, in a blue tutu. He seemed to be enjoying his outfit.
"You always have to do the 'silly boy' speech don't you, Tre?"
"Sure do, it scares the pants off them," Tre replied as confidently as one can with a squeaky tone.
"How much have you drunk?"
"Silly Mike, Not that much," Tre hiccupped then carried on with his giggles.
If anyone of you reading this now had seen these fairies you would probably walk away, making up a feeble excuse like you shouldn't have eaten that last bag of sugar, but not Billie, oh no, he picked up his guitar and began swinging it round at Mike and Tre.
His eyes grew wide, the whites showing pain. The world seemed to be spinning faster and faster till all that was left was a coloured blur and the giggles of a drunken fairy.
The next thing Billie knew, night had fallen over him like a blanket of the unknown. He was entirely unsure of whether this was a dream or not. If you have ever been in a wood in the middle of the night you will know how Billie felt, he picked up his guitar and ran home; that was if he could really call his house home anymore.
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