Hunting for the Mona Lisa (part 1); TO MY OWN ACCORD

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TO MY OWN ACCORD

Don’t Play With Fire

It was a bright sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you could feel the warm summer breeze rushing by your ears. I’m Daniel Remirza. I’m thirteen years old and I am in sixth grade at Daisy Elementary School. I’m pretty good at sports and I like playing with my friends but I have probably the worst grades in school. I bomb my math tests, flunk language arts, I am not good at geography, and I get grades so bad on my science tests that the teachers at my school created the grade “G.” And I thought you should know I was held back. Oh gosh, now I betcha you’re thinkin’  Oh dude, dish guy ish dum. before you know it Ima deck you one! Even the teachers act like I’m the worst person that they’ve ever seen in their entire teaching career. I can’t believe that I’ve been asked to be the leader of this extravagant case. The Mona Lisa . . . was STOLEN!

“Dumb-iel can’t be the leader,” started my know-it-all classmate Sarah. “He’s bad at everything.”

A detective just came into the classroom to talk to us about the Mona Lisa case. He had a light-brown hat and a light-brown jacket. In his pocket was a small box of matches and a magnifying glass. He had a mustache and his hair was dark brown. He had brown eyes and light-brown eyebrows. You could tell he really liked brown just by looking at him.Or he spilled hot cocoa or coffee in everywhere. Or some impolite dog didn’t bother to, you know do his doo-doo on him.

“I’m sorry Sarah, he just seems like a good detective for this case,” said the detective. “You never know, sometimes the worst people become really great heroes.”

I don’t really like this guy when he calls me the worst person.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” whispered Sarah.

You could tell she was really disappointed. I stood up and said, “I’ll do it. I just need one or two people to help. Who would like to come?” And if you don’t I’ll wobble your can and knock it over..

Nobody raised their hands. I got real angry and balled my fists as anger spread through my nerves as fast as a plague. My knuckles turned white, and I clenched my teeth hard enough to make a squeak. I felt like slamming everyone with a good hard punch.

“Then-then I’ll do it by myself!” I shouted furiously.

I rushed out the door and sat down on a nearby bench. I wanted to cry. Even my one best friend Luke didn’t want to come. The mad disease spread through my body again, and drained it all out along with the energy. A steady beat came to lullingly and my breathing folowed to it. My eyelids drooped as I fell asleep.

FASTFORWArD (TM)

I felt a tug, then a kick, then a whack in the face. I woke up and found Luke pulling my face up frantically.

“GAH! wake up you meaningless lowlife!” and he alternated slapping my facing lightly.

The school was burning and all you could see was flames, smell cinder, and taste sharp sparks. They were everywhere. No fire extinguishers were near us. We were trapped.

“Hey Dan, you got your water bottle?” asked Luke.

“NO! YOU THINK I WOULD BRING OUT MY WATERBOTTLE WITH ME?” I replied.

“Then we’ll have to go to plan B.”

“Pl-PLAN B? What plan B?”

“Okay Dan, you see those flames?”

He pointed at the flames that just started a little while ago.

“Stand there and hold out your hand. I’ll do the rest.”

I ran over and held out both of my hands. Luke ran, stepped on my hands, and leaped across the flames; and one spark caught his.

“GRRR!” and he patted his bosom.

He got a fire extinguisher and the flames slowly disenegrated. We ran through the school destroying every flame we came across. Then, there was a flame about ten times bigger than the rest. IDKIDKIDK. The fire extinguisher ran out of its chemical.

“GUGH! I couldn’t remember a better day.”

Beads of sweat trickled down my face. A plot had to be thought up fast. The flames were burning everything. The ceiling rafter cracked and was ready to fall on us. Luke took out a soda can and tossed it into the fire. It got smaller but only a little. You could barely see a change.

“You got any carbon dioxide stuff-uff?” asked Luke.

“WOULD I?” I said.

“Okay, then we’re dead. My ma would like us deep fried or, medium rare? meduim rare, then walk further!”

The fire grew immense. It was about ten or eleven feet tall by now. Now we were really trapped. Not like we weren’t before. Then, I saw something that could help.

“Luke, the water fountain!” I said.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“Like how are we gonna reach that?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I replied.

I had to do something. I didn’t have water or anything that could destroy flames.

“Wait,” I said taking out a magnet.

I threw it at the water fountain. BANG! It stuck on and the fountain started shooting out water.

“Now we just need something to make it shoot at the fire,” said Luke.

Suddenly, the ceiling shook. It was cracking open. Small pieces fell down to the ground. This is the weird part. Magically, two fire extinguishers fell from the ceiling. I picked one up and started spraying the whole fire with the chemical inside it. Almost immediately, the fire was gone. Luke and I ran as fast as we could out the front door. We were outside now. Nobody was outside. It was like they simply just disappeared.

“Where’d they go?” I asked.

“They said they all were going toParis,France,” said Luke.

“But . . . why?”

“Don’t you know? The Mona Lisa is there or . . . was there. They wanted to take your spot as detective.”

“Im-impossible!”

“It’s true Dan. When I was out here, I overheard them about going toParis, France. They talked about the plan. The plan was to go to the airport and fly there when you weren’t there. They said it was a perfect chance for them to get revenge on you.”

“Revenge? What did I ever do to them?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure they do. I think we’d better hurry up and catch up to them.”

“Oka-wait, what do you mean we? I’m the only one doing this case.”

“Well, I forgot to tell you but I want to join you, can I?”

I thought for a second. He didn’t seem to be playing a prank on me.

“Well, you shoulda told me you wanted to join. You’re in!” I said.

“HURRY UP,” said Lucas as we raced to our bikes.

We got on, clicked our helmets, and pedaled all the way to the airport.

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2 responses to “Hunting for the Mona Lisa (part 1); TO MY OWN ACCORD

  1. This is a weird version of my story.

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