Chapter 1

The Letter

Hi, I think I’m a weirdo. Fine, people don’t usually call themselves weird as an introduction but I think that the word ‘weird’ suits me perfectly. Weird is me, me is weird.

Okay, that’s pretty much too much usage of the word ‘weird’ so let me introduce myself. My name is Luthor Millano and I’m eleven. I have five pimples on my face, have not started dating, and have no social life and sadly no pocket money left for the week. Yes I know that I am as pathetic as a cow (now that’s really pathetic) but what can I do? My social skills rate at 0.

All my friends… Now that’s the subject I don’t want to go into. I mean they have started dating ages ago. However, sir pimple-face here has never got a kiss from anyone other than grandma Martha which doesn’t count because her eyesight was so bad she thought I was grandpa Nelson.

Recently, my life has been weirder than usual. I receive a letter, tied to a poor little dog's neck, from a cracko called Walter Von Draenen. It reads:

Dear Mr. Millano,

Hello, I know that some queer things have been happening lately. I have sent you this letter asking you to come to my school, the Modlass Academy. I am sure you have realized that you have the ability to control time. You may think is weird but this is perfectly normal for a child of two of the best charmers around.

Please think about my offer and reply by twing your response to the dog who delivered this letter to you.

Sincerely yours,
Principle Walter Von Draenen

Oh great! Now people send me letters by dogs, asking me to go to their school and I am suddenly some charmer thingy! What's next? I'll be a multi-millionaire rock star? This nonsense was too much for me. I threw the silly letter away and forgot about it.

Weeks passed, months passed. Life was turning from weird to boring, but not until the Walter guy storms into my house.