Mr Woodchuck, written and illustrated by LexiRose.
James
swore on his mother’s grave, but then he swore on just about
anything. That was his “get out of jail” strategy to
dodge facing the consequence of seeing Mr Woodchuck after school. He
was able to visualise Mr Woodchuck almost instantly which quickly led
to a racing heart and sweaty palms.
Mr Woodchuck had a
stern stare, causing the room to go cold. His forehead was crinkled
from always frowning. In fact, James had never seen Mr Woodchuck
smile. Maybe he didn’t even have a smile?
His round football
shaped head was perfectly positioned on his shoulders, wearing the
same oversized and largely plain blue shirt, giving the impression
that he didn’t have a neck. He always wore the same black tie with
mild blue strips with out of place gold cufflinks on each wrist. Mr
Woodchuck was a stocky man. Short, maybe five foot four or five, with
some extra weight around the middle. His hair was wiry, brown and
curly complete with an overgrown beard which housed leftover ginger
biscuits. He wore authentic Burberry, wool tailored black trousers
which were just the right size. Coming in at around five hundred
pounds, James knew Mr Woodchuck was making a statement. Any shorter
however and he ran the risk of exposing his socks or belly rolling
from under his shirt. His office spelt harshly of fresh mint. The
smell often dominated the room so much it would make James eyes water
like leaky taps dripping.
As James entered Mr
Woodchuck’s office, the first thing to catch his attention was that
of a single, shiny, sleek apple placed carefully next to a beaten up
mouldy orange, before noticing Mr Woodchucks stern stare, causing the
room to go cold…….
Excellent writing ... I’m looking forward to the next bit ...
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