Part Two. A Land of Liquorice
So far….This morning is James’ 13th birthday. It’s 7.15am and James is fast asleep. Meanwhile, Grigori, The Teen Lord, is speeding towards James’ house in his trusty orange PT Cruiser…..
Sir Topping, the fat cat, snored and farted and scratched and pawed imaginary mice. James, the new teen, was buried deep beneath a crumple of duvet. He too was fast asleep. He was dreaming about a beautiful and deserted island where all the trees were made of liquorice.
“James?” It was his mum.
“JAMES!!” It was his mum again. Only louder this time.
James snuggled deeper into the sandy duvet. He was in that place at the end of a dream. That vivid place where everything seems so real. So real that it should be written down and turned into a best seller. ‘A Land of Liquorice’ by award winning author James. Then. As his brain tuned into wakefulness, his dream fled leaving him with a faint memory of something exciting and lost to him forever.
“James!! Up and at them teenager!”
It was his mum again. Now she was standing at the foot of his bed. She startled to tickle him through the duvet.
“MUM!! STOP IT!!”
“Get up, NOW! That’s an order young man. Come on. Rise and shine! You’ve a big day ahead of you.”
James reluctantly slid sideways across his bed and poked an exploratory toe, then a foot, closely followed by a leg into the world outside his duvet fort. Then with a practised move, he rolled onto the floor with a THUMP!!
Sir Topping, the fat cat, woken up by the noise, jumped out of his girly basket (with the cream bow) arched his back, stretched on his tummy and purred sleepily.
Grigori arrived at No 34, Giggetty Lane and parked his trusty orange PT Cruiser behind the ‘LaLaLoopsy Super Silly Party’ van.
‘Plenty of time before the show’ thought Grigori. ‘Plenty of time to reread his file’
Grigori opened a grubby, tattered holdall, took out his laptop, switched it on, and waited. And waited. And waited. ‘Must upgrade from Vista Home Premium’ he thought. Finally he was in and he pulled up James’ profile.
Parents: Two, Check
Sex: Not yet
Pets: Sir Topping, the fat cat
Teen rating: Newbie
‘Interesting’ thought Grigori. ‘A blank canvas. This is going to be sooper dooper fun!’
He poured himself a large Jamaican rum, put his feet on the dash (still attached to his legs) and watched the party people furtively carrying bits and bobs into the back garden.
“Hurry up James! We’ll miss the bus!”
“Where are we going?” said James.
“To the shops”
“To shop silly!”
The real reason, of course, was to spirit James away so that the LaLaLoopsy Super Silly Party crew could set up all the Super Silly party stuff in the garden.
“Ready!” said James. He went towards the back door.
“Let’s use the front door James” said mum.
“But we never use the front door!”
“Let’s go mad!” said mum.
James thought this was a little strange but then again his mum was prone to outbursts of madness, unpredictability, lunacy and mumliness.
Blissfully unaware of the mass activity going on in the garden, James and his mum left by the front door.
As they walked towards the bus stop, James had a weird tingly feeling and the hairs on his neck stood up. He felt as if he was being watched.
‘There’s something strange going on’ thought James.
Grigori watched them leave. ‘Diversion tactics’ he thought ‘Clever’
He poured another large rum and switched on the radio. Adele was playing. He switched it off. He had to stay focused. Everything had to go to plan.
In the backseat was a clown outfit and a well thumbed copy of Marcel Proust’s ‘À la recherche du temps perdu’ the book had nothing to do with the plan. It was a homage to Python.
………You’ll have to wait for the next exciting instalment of The Further Adventures of James to find out!!!