Chapter 2 - Today's the Day
Jack stared out of the window and watched the last of his things being carried away by the removal truck. Well, I've still got some of my stuff, he
thought gloomily, thinking about his mini projector, magical superglue and wooden sword, which were tucked away in his rucksack, along with a few
snacks and his favourite book (Robin Hood: Hacking, Heists and Flaming Arrows by Robert Muchamore). Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Then Anya
barged in, which sort of defeated the whole point of knocking on the door.
"We're moving house, Jack!" she squealed excitedly. "Getting out of this mouldy, cockroach-infested dump! Finally!"
Jack didn't reply. He still had the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
"Come on, Jack!" coaxed Anya, pulling a chair over and sitting down.. "Imagine! A balcony! And a not-mouldy bathroom! Not to mention we're going to
live there with all the rest of our family! All our aunts and uncles and cousins!"
"Wait, WHAT?"Jack sat up and stared at Anya. "You're joking, aren't you? The house is barely going to be big enough to fit us all!"
"Oh, but it will be," replied Anya. "And there's a huge TV screen!"
"I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A GIANT TV SCREEN!!!" yelled Jack. He paused for a second. "Also, why is there a TV screen? I'm pretty sure we didn't buy
one." He'd been tracking every new item that had been bought for the new house, which was house number 13 on Snowdrop Street. This just added to
"Who cares?" Anya bounced around on the chair. Little lines started running across it. "We're going to watch TV for the first time in ages!"
"All our favourite TV shows will be old news now," grumbled Jack. "Nobody's going to be watching or broadcasting them."
Anya bounced around more. The chair made an alarming cracking sound. "But there's a balcony, Jack! A balcony!"
"Not interested in a stupid balcony. What's even the point?" Jack went back to staring out of the window.
Anya made one final bounce and the seat splintered into smithereens. BOOM. Jack winced as one of the wooden shards grazed him on the elbow.
"Oops." She giggled slightly awkwardly. "At least it was going to be replaced anyway."
"JACK! ANYA! WE'RE GOING NOW!" hollered Ron from downstairs.
"Yes! Yes! Today's the day!" squeaked Anya. She bounced down the stairs as enthusiastically as she had bounced on the chair that was now a mess of
wooden shards scattered across Jack's former room.
Ron and Martha, Jack and Anya's parents, were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "What took you so long? The landlord is getting impatient!"
"Mum, Dad, for the last time, this is a terrible idea! Number 13 is an unlucky number, everyone knows that! And snowdrops were the flowers the
Victorians associated with death!"
"Well, we're not living in the Victorian era, are we?" answered Ron sharply. "And snowdrops are lovely flowers."
"You got some for me last Valentine's Day, remember?" Martha reminicised. "And 13 being an unlucky number is just something superstitious old hens
Jack went into a sulk. "I am not a superstitious old hen."
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After a last-minute scramble, everyone got into Ron's battered old Ford Fiesta and they set off to 13 Snowdrop Street. Martha turned on the radio and
hummed along to the song (which just happened to be Jack's favourite: Sunflower by Post Malone ft Swae Lee) in an attempt to lighten the mood, but
Jack stayed as sulky as ever while Anya bounced and squealed excitedly, "Today's the day! Today's the day!"
They passed a roundabout and made many twists and turns. Jack just sat there in a sulk, which was unusual for him, because usually he would try to
remember every single detail of the journey so later he could annoy Anya by repeatedly asking, "Did you know we passed..."
Eventually the car turned left onto Snowdrop Street. Jack realised that the houses here weren't so bad after all. All the houses were big,
creamy-golden coloured and modern, with large windows. However, he was too proud to admit that he was wrong.
"Ooh, look, they're all white, like snowdrops!" Anya was leaning out of the window, gazing at the houses.
"Actually,"Jack answered smugly, "It's magnolia-cream swirled with parchment."
Now it was Anya who was in a sulk. "You and your fancy words."
Eventually the car pulled up outside 13 Snowdrop Street.
"Yes! We're here!" Anya exclaimed. She pointed up at the balcony. It was small, but it was still a balcony. She punched the air. "It's the only house
in the whole street with a balcony! And I can't wait to see the not-mouldy bathroom!"
PS. The thing about snowdrops is true. It's because you see a lot of them in graveyards. One of the less unusual superstitions you'll find out
there. PSS. You may or may not have heard of Sunflower by Post Malone ft Swae Lee. It was in the Into the Spiderverse movie - well it was something
like that. PSSS. Robert Muchamore is a real author who also wrote the Cherub series.
edit on 29/10/2021 by Moonstar7 because: Additional info needed to be added