Professor and Co.

Once upon a time there was a boy; He was a small boy, not in age but in size. No one actually knew his age because the never told the same age twice. One day he was eleven the next one hundred eleven, but his name was always the same, Professor Markus James Timothy Brian VIII. At leas that part was always the same. His name often went on with a John Phillip Isaac Edward, but everyone knew that those names where the names of his three missing brothers. Mostly people just called him Professor.

Professor considered himself an adult, but really he was just a man trapped in a boy’s body and it fit him perfectly. He told the wildest stories and would often play with the village boys. They would steal pies and shoot squirrels with slingshots. You know normal mischievous boy stuff. Today Professor and four other boys: Jacob a boy of about ten with a whiney voice and a constantly running nose, Jesse was thirteen and frequently liked to remind everyone he had a “teen’ in his age as none else did, Sam of eleven was a jumpy boy. Literally he was jumpy. He liked to jump on people, animals, trees, etc. You would probably guess he liked trampolines. Last but definitely not least was Bob. He was quiet so everyone called him silent Bob. If he did talk it was rare and often in times of danger. He was the watch. If someone was coming then he would whisper something calmly and everyone would jump and run.

Today they were gong to investigate and old abandoned tree house Sam and Jacob had found behind the old band-aid factory.

“Come on you guys,” Jacob sniffed, “we’re almost there.”

“Shut your face, Jacob,” Jesse huffed. They were climbing a steep hill to a grove of trees behind the factory. “As I recall weren’t we usually the ones waiting on you every other time? Now that you know where we’re going you have to whine about how we’re not- ouch!” Bob had thrown a rock at him. “What was that for?!” Sam answered for him

“You’re annoying him mate,” He said simply.

“There it is!” Exclaimed Professor and ran the rest of the way to the top with the others right behind. They all came to a halt before the wooden house in the trees. It was mainly built out of wood but the roof was tin and there were two windows with no glass in them.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” sniffed Jacob.

“Oh yeah seriously emotional,” scowled Jesse.

“Shut up. You know that it’s cool! You just wish you would have found it first.”

“This dump? Ha! I could find rat holes better!”

“Could not!”

“Could too!”

“Could not!”

Could t- ouch! Why is it always me?” He had been hit with bob’s rock again.

“Because you’re the oldest, mate,” Sam said. Jesse scowled again and turned his attention to how to get in the tree house. Professor was walking around underneath the tree house looking for some sort of ladder.

“Do you guys see a way in?” Professor asked.

“Yeah there’s a rope latter right there!” Jacob exclaimed pointing to a square hole where a part of a rope latter was poking out.

“But it’s too high,” he said sadly, sniffed, and wiped his dripping nose with the back of his hand.

“Sam, climbing is your line of work I believe,” Professor said. Sam smiled and said, “Why indeed it is.” He looked at how wide the tree was and decided his fingers weren’t enough. He took four knives out of a nap sack he was carrying strapped two to his feet with duck tape, also in his sack and took two in his hands and proceeded to stab his way up the tree. It was supprisingly fast work and soon Sam was throwing the rope down and climbed up the rest of the way. Jesse pushed Jacob out the way and said, “Oldest first,” and proceeded up the tree.

When they were all up they looked around. It was big and bare with a door to go over the entrance.

“This is perfect!” exclaimed Professor, “School is starting soon. So every day after school we will come here, ok?”

“Wait I’m the oldest so I’m the leader,” said Jesse. He waited a few seconds and said “We’ll come here after school,” and everyone laughed.

“Well its getting dark and my mum will want me back for supper, so see you wankers tomorrow,” Sam said.

“Sam, why do you have to be so British?” Professor asked.

“Alright let’s go,” Jesse said “but first I’m naming this tree house Club Jesse”

“Why is it always after you?” Jacob sniffed going down the rope latter.

“Because he’s the oldest,” Sam and Professor said at the same time.

“See you all tomorrow,” Professor said. Bob waved and Jacob said “Bye”

“Later, man” Jesse shouted

“Tootles,” Sam waved and ran down the hill. Tomorrow would be a fun day.

By Juno Lyn