Modlass Academy

The Modlass Academy for the Magically Talented

2007-12-19T20:41:00.000+08:00

Welcome, to the Modlass Academy, for the magically talented. In this tale of fantasy, find out about the pimply Luthor Millano, and the evil Chriss Masters. Grip on to your seats, and look out for Modlass Academy. We will be posting occasionally to build up the suspense! See ya all soon.

Chapter 1

2007-12-18T14:06:00.000+08:00

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.

Chapter 2

2007-12-17T19:58:00.000+08:00

Principle Walter Von Draenen

That day was absolutely ordinary. I went to school, get teased by friends, came home and did homework when... Holy cow! The Walter guy was real? What was I supposed to do? The Walter Von Draenen who sent me the letter was standing right in front of me! But something got me thinking. How did I know it was him? I remembered seeing him somewhere...

“Hi,” the guy said, “I'm Principle Walter. How do you do? Have you made your choice about enrolling in Modlass Academy yet? I was getting a little worried as Parkel had not returned with your reply yet.”

“Par-what?” I was standing there like a complete dumbo staring at this big tall man.

“Oh, the dog that was supposed to return your letter.” said Walter.

Then I remembered that letter that I had received and dumped weeks ago. “Oops.”

How was I to know that the letter was for real? I stared at the principle guiltily. I had totally forgot about the the Modlass Academy! I had ignored him and forgot all about his offer. Now that everything in the letter was reality, was I really a charmer thing? And did that mean that I really had the ability to control time? But what did all of this mean? Am I now a freak? What was to become of me?

It was as if Principle Walter could read my mind. He said, “Yes, all of this is for real. You really are a charmer and you really have the ability to control time. You are not in any way a freak and you have a bright future ahead of you. By joining the the academy your not going to lose anything, right? I also see that you life now isn't really going very well. If you join I'll promise you that you're life will change for the better? After all, you are a charmer.”

Principle Walter seemed like a nice person. He was the only one who had ever been so nice to me. Anyway, my life couldn't get any worse, could it? So, I accepted the principle's request.

Little did I know that my life was never going to be the same!

Chapter 3

2007-12-16T19:26:00.000+08:00

The Great White

I repeated the phrase "I'm a charmer" for the umpteenth time in my head. After nearly a week since I met Mr. Von Draenen, I still could not make myself understand that I was not Luthor Millano, the fourteen year old boy who goes to St. Lucas School. However, weird things have happened to me since my enrollment into the school. Once, I was being beat-up by the school bully Daniel 'Rock' Davids when he suddenly 'froze' before he could hit me with the metal pole. So I seized the opportunity to flee. There was another time in a relay when Daniel pushed the baton out of my hand and ran away. Then he started running backward and 'un-knocked' the baton out of my hand. That was not all, he 'un-ran' the whole race! It was like seeing a movie being re-wound, but it was only Daniel that got re-wound while everyone continued running. So I thought that maybe life would be much better at the Modlass Academy.

The day of my departure had finally arrived. I picked up my bags and took one last look at my home before going. As I reached the corner of the street I remembered Mr. Von Draenen telling me that I had to stomp my foot thrice and say "To Modlass". So I did it. People gave me dirty stares like I was some insane guy stomping and talking to the ground. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of a fast approaching horse. Turning around i saw the biggest horse ever and it was so white that I had to cover my eyes.

The Great White, as I call it, was pulling a small carriage for two. On the carriage there was a faded marking that appeared to be a number plate if someone was not looking closer. It read "M0D1a5S". Figuring it was my ride, I opened the carriage door and went in when I got the shock of my life.

As I opened the door I saw a long hallway without a visible end. There also was a cubicle every three feet that could fit about six or seven people. The design was jaw-dropping! It was better than the Taj Mahal, Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Statue of Liberty put together, although I have never seen any of them. It is just a figure of speech. There also was no driver besides the horse. Students in their pajamas and bathing robes were running around muttering to their friends while proceeding to the peculiar-looking food trolley. As I entered, no one seemed to notice me.

As I looked around for a empty cubicle, someone grabbed my hand. Jerking around, my heart missed a beat as I saw a girl my age with long red hair who was looking up at me. "Hi! I'm Elizabeth. Are u new?" I managed to stammer, "Erm... Ye-yes I'm ne-new here". She replied, "So am I! Why don't you come and join my friends and I? We have space for one more person here." I stared at her for about ten seconds looking like a stupid maniac that froze himself. Then she repeated, "Why don't you join my friends and I?" I walked like some zombie into cubicle number 51, while everyone looked cheerfully up at me.