The Baxter Twins (chapters 1-4) - Ryan Harris (the beach read .TXT) 📗

Chapter one
The Beginning.
It was a normal day outside, sunny, windy and a little bit cloudy and everyone was having a wonderful time except for the Baxter twins. They were stuck inside with their annoying baby sitter “Lucy”. Unlike normal baby sitters Lucy was mean, viscous and very frightening.
Tom and Courtney Baxter (the Baxter twins) who are both twelve and a half, hated Lucy they always tried to get her out of the house, for example they tried to set her hair on fire, locking her out of the house and even throwing dirt (which usually had bugs in) at her. But of course all plans were failed they simply could not get her to leave the house without doing any thing... dangerous, for example Tom once came to Courtney “Maybe we should start a fire so our parents can see how bad she does and get her fired!” But Courtney merely shook her head and Tom would get the message.
One day during a plan “which involves using a hose” the Baxter twin’s received some very disturbing news. They crowded around the kitchen table which Lucy stood, clutching her hands down on the table behind her as she leaned backwards onto it. They walked closer and pressed their eyes upon a piece of paper labelled “telegram” which was tightly grasped in Lucy’s hand. To their horror what they read would change their life’s, what they read was anyone’s worst fear, what they read was that their parents just died in a car crash on their way back from a conference meeting in London just one hour ago.
The twins were devastated Courtney fell to the floor and Tom shook his head in disbelief, they cried with grief and despair over their lost parents whilst Lucy stared. You properly would not have noticed but up close Lucy dropped a tear from her right eye as it landed gracefully on the floor the twins brought themselves up and stared at each other thinking that this was all a dream or a joke or at least that’s what they had hoped. They went out of the house that day to get their mind of things, they went to a park their parents used to take them and sat down on the swings and talked things over. “Maybe they were mistaken” Tom hoped, “No Tom, this is real” said Courtney with a sad tone and they decided to walk back home, Lucy went home after they arrived 30 minutes later and she told them to stay here and don’t leave the house.
Soon after hours of mourning and waiting in the house by them self’s a man named Mr Marks came round and said that he will organise were they are going to go due to their parents unfortunate death. Tom and Courtney started to cry again as they couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the house in which they spent 12 years of their life’s in. He decided that they should go to a boarding school, (a very large and old boarding school). Courtney and Tom both agreed to this but still felt bad and sick in their stomachs, they couldn’t find a silver lining, they felt the world has came to an end. A day later they got into Mr Marks car after packing their bags and where ready to go, after saying goodbye to their house Mr Marks started to drive. Soon enough they arrived at a gigantic boarding school in Mr Mark’s old red mini which had a large amount of bird poop on top it.
The Twins where saddened with the view of happy family’s walking with their children in the town, but they had hope for a fresh start in a new home, and a new school they thought “you don’t know what you have, until it’s gone” They were in a small town in England called “Stanford”. Tom said to Courtney “I hope we fit in here or it is back to Lucy” “Yuck” they both replied. They started to giggle and then they remembered why they were here and there eyes suddenly flooded with tears. “Oh! Stop that” said Mr. Marks. “You would never fit in if that’s how you are going to act”. He was a very posh man it looked like he had never cried before in is whole entire life and he didn’t make the twins feel any better at all.

They got out of the red mini and walked towards the school, they could not see the school in the car for it had been too stormy outside, almost like the weather teased them as they began to descend outside the school. They carried on walking slowly and anxiously towards the square shaped building and opened the doors followed by a lowed creaking noise. “This place must be ancient?” questioned Tom; “no kidding” replied Courtney wiping the tears out of her eyes. Courtney was a clever girl she loves to read and Tom well; he was usually the trouble maker as their parents used to say “a lot can change a twin in just four minutes” because Tim is four minuets younger than Courtney, although they never quiet understood this.
It was like a ghost town; well they where an hour early so all they could hear was the rushing sound of showers and people making their beds up in some of the privet and more expensive rooms upstairs in the school. The walls were made up of thick brown paint which had been scratched and cut. Finally they reached the expensive looking brown oak desk and rang a gold bell which made a very loud “ding” that seemed to echo throughout the small room.
After they had rang the loud bell they waited for someone to appear. “Come on I don’t have all day I am a very busy man” whispered Mr Marks in a grumpy tone. Finally a small old lady who looked as she was wearing a wig approached the old brown desk and said “Hello how may I help you?” Tom and Courtney could barely hear what she was saying because she was so quiet. Mr Marks introduced the twins one by one, “well this is Courtney, say hello Courtney,” “Hello um... what is your name please?” wondered Courtney “Why sorry I’m Miss Thorn” “lovely to see you” said Tom, Tom was quiet shy he was hiding behind Mr. Marks practically the whole time.
“Oh and I nearly forgot this young lad is Tom” Miss Thorn smiled at him and glanced back at Mr Marks. “Ok I hope you remember what I told you on the phone earlier they need a place to stay, because of well” he paused, “their parents” he whispered. “So that’s why I took them here oh and make sure you show them there rooms first ,ok I got to run if you need anything just ask Miss Thorn to give me a ring” he was already out of the door when he had finished speaking.
“Come on then I will show you to the headmaster you need to know your time plan before you can see your room”. They reached the Headmasters office and sat down on a giant leather chair each. “The head teacher will arrive shortly” said Miss Thorn as she limped out of the room. They saw a unique collection of model air planes on his desk they also saw a name tag left on the desk which read: Mr. Freelance inputted onto it with giant bold letters and a picture of the headmaster. But before they could see a good look at the picture the headmaster walked in shouting “Miss Thorn? Are you sure that you haven’t seen my name tag? I can’t seem to find.....” He paused.
“Oh hello” said the man, he stood tall with a fur coat covering the howl of his large body. “And who might you be then oh! Let me guess you’re Courtney and you must be Tom ah it is a pleasure to meet you I am Mr Freelance and I’m the head teacher of Stanford boarding school Miss Thorn has told me that you were coming, it is such a terrible thing to lose someone you love especially your parents.”
He picked up his name tag “I found it” He shouted “Ok” said a small squeaky voice from the reception room, they presumed it was Miss Thorn. “It is really nice to see you sir” whispered the Baxter twins. “That’s nice then, so why don’t I tell you your lessons plan?” “OK” Said Courtney Then she nudged Tom “Oh sorry that will be nice thanks” he muttered “Ok these are your lessons and don’t worry they will be printed and sent to you within the next half hour.” He explained and if you get lost just don’t be shy to ask any one or a member of staff.
“Your lessons are the following: Science in room 1in the science block, Drama in the drama block room 3 then break, French room 11 in the languages block, Art room 2, then lunch, History room 5, and lastly Maths room 4 in the maths block. These lessons are on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. Saturdays and Sundays you have of.” He explained. “So you’re lessons on Wednesday and Thursdays are R.E 7, then wood work 9, Break, and double P.E inside the hall and maybe outside on the field, Lunch. And then English in the drama block room 5 and Geography in room 8.”

Breakfast is at 8-9 Am Lunch is at 12-1pm then Dinner is at 5-6pm bed at 9 lights of at ten no earlier or no later do I make myself clear?” “Yes sir” said the twins. “Miss Thorn will show you to your room, Miss Thorn! ... Miss Thorn!” once again the old woman who looked like she was wearing a wig approached the door and entered the room “Come on then children” she whispered and they started to walk out of the room following Miss Thorn.

Courtney and Tom both found it very hard to get up of the giant leather chair as they found it so comfy and relaxing. They walked out into an old hall way with lovely paintings of the previous headmasters and the headmistresses and the one at the moment they noticed that the picture of Mr Freelance was highly polished, more than the others. The walls had some expensive looking wall lamps as well as the pictures and paintings they also saw some amazing artwork drawn by pupils. They arrived in the room block which had five corridors with an estimate of 15-16 doors on each side all leading into rooms.

Chapter two
Fitting in.

“Your room is corridor 3 number11” said Miss Thorn “ok thanks” She handed them a key and then she left the bock in a matter of seconds. The twins walked towards there room and inserted the key they turned it and then entered the room. They heard a loud bell ring and presume it was time for lessons, they herd cars pull up and people leaving them whilst saying goodbye to their parents; “they don’t realise how lucky they were to still have a parent” Tom thought to himself .
They found their time tables lying on their beds and scanned through them quickly. Then they got changed into their school uniform and left for their first lesson but they had to constantly be asking where to go because the school was so big. “This place is huge!” They shouted. It was a Monday so there first