Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

CHAPTER 1; PROFFESER MARKSSMITTEN

Proffeser Markssmitten was what you would call nuts. He was absolutely bonkers -to other people at least. He would spend his whole day in his lab and nobody knew what he did...The best anybody could guess was that he liked the smell of vingar and iodine mixed together! It didn't matter however, as no-one really cared! He was considered so unsociable that nobody would speak to him without a very good reason or was as mad as him. The Proffeser liked it that way though; it ment less distractions from his life time project...Markssmitten's lab was in central London although he often went to other towns to do research. Unlike most people he wore a brown coat, black boots and large spectacles glued to the top of his small pointy nose. The only person that Marksamitten would converse with was the little girl who came to deliver his chemicles twice a fortnight from across the street. It was this girl whos life was changed all because of a Proffeser she did not know, she only saw twice a fortnight and- most importantly-was terrified of. 

CHAPTER 2; NO.
     Darlene frowned hard; she always took a wrong turn here. Left or right? She took a deep breath and took a step forwards frowning and pouting dertermindly. About 7mins later she met Fred shouting out about pies or something. "Alright Darl's?" he yelled.Darlene rolled her eyes and shook her matted hair. As she approached him with her box of acid and chemicles, she screwed up her grubby face working out how late she was to be for the Proffeser. " So...what have ya got today?" Fred asked poking his dirty fingernails in the box and started to rummage about. "Hey!" yelled Darlene,"hands off!" as she snatched the box away from his grasp. "Thats the Proffeserz!" she said.
"Just lookin' ," Fred mumbled and went back to his mates to play a game of what they called 'footy' where the football was an apple. 
      Fred had been playing 'footy' for a while when a figure came tearing up the road. Darlene. She looked lunetic like and Fred knew something was up because Darlene would never otherwise display herself in such a manner. "What is going on?" Fred demanded ( he liked to get straight to the point).  "I...Its..." panted Darlene. "Whoa there! Slow down!"
"The Proffeser," she finally cried, "he is dead!".(to be continued).