Another Place Another Time
by: Andrew Stuart 6C
In this story you will find out that there is no such thing as a U.F.O. and you will find out that an instrument sure can be weird…when his name is Alfred.
“Alan get up, it is time to go to school.”
Mom repeated. “But I don’t want to. he said. It isn’t even a school day for
goodness sake. It is Saturday!!!” “Did I forget to tell you? she asked. Oh, you
are now going to attend the school of magical instruments. You will learn that
you can make wonderful but mysterious music. You leave in 3 minutes. You will
leave Canada in a flying cymbal and warp back a few hundred years. It will be
so exciting. But just to rouse people put on the glowing lights. I will be
laughing very hard so don’t worry. Ok?” “Yes” said Alan. “Here you go, I packed
overnight. she said. You are so lucky. All the world famous musicians go to
Xylophonia.” “IS that how you became a famous musician?” “ Yes it is”
Alan, a boy of 12 with blond hair and blue
eyes and about 5.3 foot. Unruly hair with a scrawny body. He jumped onto the
flying cymbal and was left to fly off
to Xylophonia. But he had one question, where was his dad? All he knew
of him was that he divorced his mother after he was born. If there was an
answer he’d find it there…
He arrived in Xylophonia 6 hours later. He
had serious jet lag but he survived. He was also very bored because the cymbal
was on autopilot. When he got there and the cymbal landed, he saw maybe 600
other kids arriving in all sorts of different instruments. a few of them were:
electric guitars, floating pianos a few drums and buzzing kazoos. The second he
came out of his cymbal, he noticed one person in particular. An oddball if he
ever saw one. He had purple hair an don top of his hair was the funkiest
looking baseball cap. He was wearing the stupidest looking joker outfit and he
really looked like a goof. But for some reason, Alan wanted to be his friend.
“Hello.” greeted Alan. “Hello-aba. replied Steven. I always end my sentences
with aba-aba.” “Cool.” said Alan. Come on, we have to go to the ceremony-aba.
said Steven. “Fine.” said Alan.
When they got to the Grand Hall they were
separated into three groups: the trumpets, saxophones and the flutes. Steven
was chosen to go to the flute group and Alan was chosen to go to the trumpet
group. When Alan was chosen to get his instrument and pick it up, it yelled
“Hold me properly!!!” Alan then screamed “What???” he exclaimed. “I said
H-O-L-D M-E P-R-O-P-E-R-L-Y. And my name is Alfred.” said Alfred. “what kind
of a name is Alfred for a trumpet?” asked Alan. “A good one. replied Alfred. My
mother named my older brother Henry the Horn so Alfred was all that was left.”
stated Alfred. “Ohhhhh. said Alan. Now I get it…”
After a good long conversation that lasted
4 hours, the two of them had to go to bed. They still continued their
conversation well into the night until Alan asked “Do you know who Marcus
Bamboo is?” asked Alan. “Of course. replied Alfred. He is the best well known
musician in Xylophonia. My father was his trumpet. They teach here.” stated
Alfred. “Really?” asked Alan. “Yes.” “Can I meet him?” “Probably but…” “
Woohoo!!!!!!” cut in Alan. “SHHHHHHHHH.” said the other boys.
Then
Alan fell asleep with dreams of him meeting his father every which way, that
was good. But they ended abruptly because the sound of horns woke him up. “Come
on-aba” said Steven. “I’m coming I’m coming.”
So
off they went with their instruments to tuning class.
“Now
play a D flat then play a G Alan.” said Gertrude E. Tunora. “Kay Mrs. T.” After
he played the two notes Alfred said “ You are the best player that has ever
played on me.” “Wonderful cut in Mrs. Tunora. You will be a famous
musician. Perfect.” After class Alan was walking to band practice. When he got
there, he was amazed at who he saw. The second he got there Alfred said “ Look
your father, Marcus Bamboo!” “Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!
screamed Alan. “What is so important?” I am just making sure that you’re my
dad. What is your birthday?” “ January 26th.” said Marcus. “Were you
ever divorced?” “Yes to Yolanda Faraway” “That is my mom. You really are my
dad. SWEET!” “ Okay but we still need to have our band class.
At
the end of the year Yolanda and Marcus got remarried and they lived a happy
life for a while until they found out that Marcus Bamboo wasn’t really his dad.
Just an alien from outer space who brainwashed his dad and their race was
studying clones and wanted to test them. So maybe there really are aliens from
outer space but we will probably never know. Just make sure that if you see a
flying saucer in September you will now know it is a kid flying off to
Xylophonia and not an alien. But if not, you have seen an alien. So still keep
your guard. But Alan still had a wonderful life and managed to make 59 #1 hits
and he became a millionaire.
THE END