Today is Monday.
Normally, this would just be another ordinary and boring Monday, where nothing is new for Michael. He wakes up in the morning, show up at school, read a book on some famous person while eating a peanut butter sandwich at the same time through recess, nailed everything taught in class, get pulled by his friends to play soccer after school, go with them after a whole five minutes of argumentation, run around on the field and kick the ball for a bit, and start to walk along the streets to go home with a tiresome body when the match was finished.
Normally, this would just be another ordinary and boring Monday, where nothing is new for Michael. He wakes up in the morning, show up at school, read a book on some famous person while eating a peanut butter sandwich at the same time through recess, nailed everything taught in class, get pulled by his friends to play soccer after school, go with them after a whole five minutes of argumentation, run around on the field and kick the ball for a bit, and start to walk along the streets to go home with a tiresome body when the match was finished.
But on this Monday, there is a bit of difference. As he walked the road leading home, watching the houses on the way, he saw something that not quite the same from what he remembered seeing yesterday.
Normally, he would see a row of houses, and on one of the lawns, there would be a big sign over the owner's name slot on the mailbox and one on the perch saying 'FOR SALE'. However on this very day, the signs were not there. "Looks like someone actually finally bought that house," Michael thought, "maybe I should greet this new neighbor."
However before he needed to approach the house, his friend, Edwards, had already thought of that.
"Hey, look at that house! Looks like someone finally bought it, after all this time!" exclaimed Edward, then, tilting his head at Michael, "Dare you go inside to see whoever's inside?"
"I was already thinking of greeting him, okay?" Michael huffed at his nosy friend.
"Oh really? Huh, that's ironic." Edward teased with a grin.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Seeing on how much you read," Edward says as he hints at Michael's sachet, "you should know the history of this house. None of the owners were in any way sane. One could even say there are ghosts!"
"Ghosts don't exist!"
"Or do they? Never saw you as such a tough guy."
Angered, Michael just muttered something along the lines of "stupid teases" and decided to ignore his joker. He proceeded to ring the bell.
Just as he did that, a huge 'Bang!' spread across the street, puffs of smoke came out from the house. Then it was followed by auras of different colors, and the whole house shook under different sounds of disruption as of from a warzone.
Michael was instantly fascinated this show of surprises, "Wow, that was amazing, don't you think, Edward?" But when he turned around, all he could see was a panic stricken boy screaming indistinguishable words as he ran down the road.
Just as Michael wanted to snort at his cowardly companion, a head of an old man peeked out of a window and laughed: "Heh, these scaredy idiots." Just as this mysterious prankster thought he is alone, Michael butted in: "Hello there, new neighbor! Welcome to the Olympia neighborhood!"
The geezer was immediately shocked by this boy's presence. Before he could find words for the boy, the boy interrupted him again, asking, "May I come inside your house, please?"
The new neighbour was immediately shocked by what the boy said. "Well, uh, sure, maybe," the old man stuttered, "but just for a while."
Then, the old man disappeared from the window and soon appeared opening the door. Just when he was going to open the gate, Michael noticed that he wore a saggy lab coat with coffee spills on it, his face was mostly covered by his large lab goggles that not only covers his eyebrows, they also seemed to be opaque like white paper. The rest of his face was also covered by soot. Though having no sign of a beard or mustache, his white hair certainly make up for the lack of facial hair growth. They had so many split ends and so incredibly thick and long that they looked more like a bush of overgrown grass. His pants and shoes also took the appearance of his lab coat, they were stained with so much dirt that you would have no idea the they were actually white when they were made. As if his coat did not cover enough of his features, even his hands wore gloves. However, they seemed so small that they simply do not fit him, as you could see the bones and veins of his skinny hands.
As he did so, he turned his head to the left and to the right, as if watching out for something. Michael tried to ask was he was looking for, but he just took one glance at his pulled him inside, asking "What are you waiting for?" in a scolding manner.
Normally, he would see a row of houses, and on one of the lawns, there would be a big sign over the owner's name slot on the mailbox and one on the perch saying 'FOR SALE'. However on this very day, the signs were not there. "Looks like someone actually finally bought that house," Michael thought, "maybe I should greet this new neighbor."
However before he needed to approach the house, his friend, Edwards, had already thought of that.
"Hey, look at that house! Looks like someone finally bought it, after all this time!" exclaimed Edward, then, tilting his head at Michael, "Dare you go inside to see whoever's inside?"
"I was already thinking of greeting him, okay?" Michael huffed at his nosy friend.
"Oh really? Huh, that's ironic." Edward teased with a grin.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Seeing on how much you read," Edward says as he hints at Michael's sachet, "you should know the history of this house. None of the owners were in any way sane. One could even say there are ghosts!"
"Ghosts don't exist!"
"Or do they? Never saw you as such a tough guy."
Angered, Michael just muttered something along the lines of "stupid teases" and decided to ignore his joker. He proceeded to ring the bell.
Just as he did that, a huge 'Bang!' spread across the street, puffs of smoke came out from the house. Then it was followed by auras of different colors, and the whole house shook under different sounds of disruption as of from a warzone.
Michael was instantly fascinated this show of surprises, "Wow, that was amazing, don't you think, Edward?" But when he turned around, all he could see was a panic stricken boy screaming indistinguishable words as he ran down the road.
Just as Michael wanted to snort at his cowardly companion, a head of an old man peeked out of a window and laughed: "Heh, these scaredy idiots." Just as this mysterious prankster thought he is alone, Michael butted in: "Hello there, new neighbor! Welcome to the Olympia neighborhood!"
The geezer was immediately shocked by this boy's presence. Before he could find words for the boy, the boy interrupted him again, asking, "May I come inside your house, please?"
The new neighbour was immediately shocked by what the boy said. "Well, uh, sure, maybe," the old man stuttered, "but just for a while."
Then, the old man disappeared from the window and soon appeared opening the door. Just when he was going to open the gate, Michael noticed that he wore a saggy lab coat with coffee spills on it, his face was mostly covered by his large lab goggles that not only covers his eyebrows, they also seemed to be opaque like white paper. The rest of his face was also covered by soot. Though having no sign of a beard or mustache, his white hair certainly make up for the lack of facial hair growth. They had so many split ends and so incredibly thick and long that they looked more like a bush of overgrown grass. His pants and shoes also took the appearance of his lab coat, they were stained with so much dirt that you would have no idea the they were actually white when they were made. As if his coat did not cover enough of his features, even his hands wore gloves. However, they seemed so small that they simply do not fit him, as you could see the bones and veins of his skinny hands.
As he did so, he turned his head to the left and to the right, as if watching out for something. Michael tried to ask was he was looking for, but he just took one glance at his pulled him inside, asking "What are you waiting for?" in a scolding manner.
As the mad scientist closed the door behind him, Michael proceeded to ask his question once more. However all he got was another glance that may had been a stare instead. Deciding that he might not ever get an answer from that, he asked instead, "May I know your name, please?"
The neighbour just gave him the same look and rejected that with "Well, what is your name?"
"My name is Michael."
"Sure, most of the people here are Michael, boy. So which Michael are you?"
"Michael Excelon."
The old man suddenly stopped pushing various shapes on the door and gave him another glance. However, this time, it was different. There was no hint of frustration or hatred. There was something else, but there was only one millisecond of it as he instantly turned his head over back to his door that now was shut by multiple rods and another door which made it look more like a wall.
"Excelon, eh? Well, you can call me Dr. Angus, yeah."
"Well, good afternoon Dr. Angus!"
The doctor seemed to flinch at the courtesy. "Sure, good afternoon to you too, so what brings you here?"
Michael felt incredibly odd at the question raised by his new neighbour, but decided to answer his question anyway. "Well, nothing, I just wanted to know more about you... I mean, as a new neighbour and everything."
"Then what do you want you want to know about me?"
"Well, err, so what are you a doctor in?"
"Ah, finally a person that is more interested in my degree than my muscles! I am not a person that would brag, but I am the best in many things. Inventor, chemist, detective, you name 'em."
"Aww, cool! Can I see something of what you... how you call it... invented, please?"
"Hmm, I don't usually do that, but seeing in your different interests, maybe. How about this, I still need some time to move in, so I would still need a few items. So, I'll like you to buy some of these items from the nearest store and send them in next Monday, then maybe I'll let you see some of what I've got in store. Deal?"
"Deal!" Michael exclaimed as he took over the piece of script that Dr.Angus wrote.
"Well, I've got other things to do, so you should lease now."
"Well, I supposed so... Thank you, Dr.Angus. Goodbye!"
Then, Michael happily trotted off home, feeling like he had finally found a person that could be his friend. Well, I'll just say he would only be partially right about that.
The neighbour just gave him the same look and rejected that with "Well, what is your name?"
"My name is Michael."
"Sure, most of the people here are Michael, boy. So which Michael are you?"
"Michael Excelon."
The old man suddenly stopped pushing various shapes on the door and gave him another glance. However, this time, it was different. There was no hint of frustration or hatred. There was something else, but there was only one millisecond of it as he instantly turned his head over back to his door that now was shut by multiple rods and another door which made it look more like a wall.
"Excelon, eh? Well, you can call me Dr. Angus, yeah."
"Well, good afternoon Dr. Angus!"
The doctor seemed to flinch at the courtesy. "Sure, good afternoon to you too, so what brings you here?"
Michael felt incredibly odd at the question raised by his new neighbour, but decided to answer his question anyway. "Well, nothing, I just wanted to know more about you... I mean, as a new neighbour and everything."
"Then what do you want you want to know about me?"
"Well, err, so what are you a doctor in?"
"Ah, finally a person that is more interested in my degree than my muscles! I am not a person that would brag, but I am the best in many things. Inventor, chemist, detective, you name 'em."
"Aww, cool! Can I see something of what you... how you call it... invented, please?"
"Hmm, I don't usually do that, but seeing in your different interests, maybe. How about this, I still need some time to move in, so I would still need a few items. So, I'll like you to buy some of these items from the nearest store and send them in next Monday, then maybe I'll let you see some of what I've got in store. Deal?"
"Deal!" Michael exclaimed as he took over the piece of script that Dr.Angus wrote.
"Well, I've got other things to do, so you should lease now."
"Well, I supposed so... Thank you, Dr.Angus. Goodbye!"
Then, Michael happily trotted off home, feeling like he had finally found a person that could be his friend. Well, I'll just say he would only be partially right about that.
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