Magic Mushrooms-My Coursework, chapter 2
As Billie trudged up to the wood, his wood, rain pelted him like thousands of tiny bullets. The sky above was streamed with thick clouds, bringing a dreary mood forward in Billie's thoughts. Today he was guitar-less, his mind wandered too much to even think of playing. He knew he may see the fairies again.
It was only a hunch but he knew he didn't dream what had happened; he had a bruise to prove it, to prove the fairies were real. You are probably thinking: 'why is a boy of Billie's age looking for fairies? ' Well I am still not sure and neither was he when he lumbered up to that wood on that chilly autumn morning. As his visible breath left his body he shivered before placing himself on his (now almost frozen) tree stump.
Billie was too cold to move but hungry enough to eat almost anything. His eyes darted round looking for anything within reach. It was the choice of the mushrooms which he had eaten yesterday or animal droppings which Billie thought must be fairly fresh by the smell which they were producing. He almost dived on the grey wonders which Billie was beginning to think were the best thing since sliced bread (something he hadn't had for weeks).
He was half way through his third mushroom when he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He spun round to be tapped on the nose with an empty beer bottle, fairy sized.
"What the... " Billie was interrupted before he could finish.
"Have we met before?" asked the beer bottle fairy which Billie learnt yesterday was called Frank.
"Remember, he's the guy that attacked us with his string thingy" declared the second fairy which Billie now knew as Mike.
"He attacked us with his... " Frank thought about it for a second then almost hiccupped "... His thong!" Billie stared at the two fairies, before finally uttering:
"Who are you?" He meant to say something like get away from me or I'm going crazy but he found this was all that he could say.
The two fairies were now staring at Billie, well Mike was but with Frank it was hard to tell as he had collapsed.
"I'm Mike and this drunken idiot is Frank", sighed Mike who obviously was getting tired of Frank always being drunk.
"I guess you hate him then" said Billie but with caution in his tone.
"Not always, just when he drinks all the beer and leaves none for me" laughed Mike.
"I am not drunk", slurred Frank, "I'm just a little tipsy". Billie laughed before he realised just how impossible him talking to fairies must be.
Billie turned away from Mike and Frank but neither noticed his departure from their conversation.
"I guess it's happened" he moaned "I have finally lost my mind". Billie got up, and although it was still cold, he ran. As Billie ran out of site of the fairies Mike heaved a sigh:
"Lost another one I guess"
"You will always have meeeeeeee", these were the last words Frank managed to mumble before he passed out.
Billie couldn't stop running until he got to his house. He came to a dead halt outside and gazed at his home. It was a dump. A tear came to his eye, but Billie quickly wiped it away in case his neighbours saw his pain.
"Is this, what is meant to happen?!" He howled to no one in particular before sprinting inside to gather the few items he still cared about, his guitar, a jacket, his pen knife and a photo from when he used to be happy.
"Why do things ever have to change?" Billie cried as he engraved these words on one of the walls with his knife before running out of his house to no where in particular.
It was only a hunch but he knew he didn't dream what had happened; he had a bruise to prove it, to prove the fairies were real. You are probably thinking: 'why is a boy of Billie's age looking for fairies? ' Well I am still not sure and neither was he when he lumbered up to that wood on that chilly autumn morning. As his visible breath left his body he shivered before placing himself on his (now almost frozen) tree stump.
Billie was too cold to move but hungry enough to eat almost anything. His eyes darted round looking for anything within reach. It was the choice of the mushrooms which he had eaten yesterday or animal droppings which Billie thought must be fairly fresh by the smell which they were producing. He almost dived on the grey wonders which Billie was beginning to think were the best thing since sliced bread (something he hadn't had for weeks).
He was half way through his third mushroom when he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He spun round to be tapped on the nose with an empty beer bottle, fairy sized.
"What the... " Billie was interrupted before he could finish.
"Have we met before?" asked the beer bottle fairy which Billie learnt yesterday was called Frank.
"Remember, he's the guy that attacked us with his string thingy" declared the second fairy which Billie now knew as Mike.
"He attacked us with his... " Frank thought about it for a second then almost hiccupped "... His thong!" Billie stared at the two fairies, before finally uttering:
"Who are you?" He meant to say something like get away from me or I'm going crazy but he found this was all that he could say.
The two fairies were now staring at Billie, well Mike was but with Frank it was hard to tell as he had collapsed.
"I'm Mike and this drunken idiot is Frank", sighed Mike who obviously was getting tired of Frank always being drunk.
"I guess you hate him then" said Billie but with caution in his tone.
"Not always, just when he drinks all the beer and leaves none for me" laughed Mike.
"I am not drunk", slurred Frank, "I'm just a little tipsy". Billie laughed before he realised just how impossible him talking to fairies must be.
Billie turned away from Mike and Frank but neither noticed his departure from their conversation.
"I guess it's happened" he moaned "I have finally lost my mind". Billie got up, and although it was still cold, he ran. As Billie ran out of site of the fairies Mike heaved a sigh:
"Lost another one I guess"
"You will always have meeeeeeee", these were the last words Frank managed to mumble before he passed out.
Billie couldn't stop running until he got to his house. He came to a dead halt outside and gazed at his home. It was a dump. A tear came to his eye, but Billie quickly wiped it away in case his neighbours saw his pain.
"Is this, what is meant to happen?!" He howled to no one in particular before sprinting inside to gather the few items he still cared about, his guitar, a jacket, his pen knife and a photo from when he used to be happy.
"Why do things ever have to change?" Billie cried as he engraved these words on one of the walls with his knife before running out of his house to no where in particular.
