Mr. Kent's Wall of Wonders

       D.D. Roy / Young Adult / Fantasy
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Mr. Kent's Wall of Wonders
Mr. Kent’s Wall of Wonders
A Troubled Tweens Short Story
By DD Roy

Copyright © 2013




Table of Contents

Mr. Kent’s Wall of Wonders: A Short Story Bonus to the Series

Sneak Peek of Jinnie Wishmaker, Book 1 of the Series

Sneak Peek of Marcus Mender, Book 2 of the Series

About the Troubled Tween Series

About the Author

Mr. Kent’s Wall of Wonders
By D.D. Roy


Each year, Mr. Kent dreaded this day most of all.
It wasn’t really the report that was due. The forms were easy to fill in now that headquarters had sent him the ScanBot 5000, which made categorizing all his magical items quite simple.
His problem waited in Cabinet 11. He faced the wall of doors, each a different color. They varied from the largest, which held a flying bicycle (the girl who eventually wrote the movie E.T. had lived near him as a boy and caught Mr. Kent riding it one night in front of the full moon), to the smallest, barely the size of a ring box, which held a small rock from Mars.
The bell rang, and he stood near the window watching the students of Trinity hurry by. He spotted Jinnie first, jostled among the faster students, lost in thought. No doubt she was hearing or sensing a dozen colliding wishes among the middle schoolers, all ringing inside her head for attention. She’d described it as a buzzing feeling, like when you rode in a car that vibrated really hard, making your stomach quiver. She’d gotten used to it, and now it didn’t make her feel sick, but the sensation still made it hard for her to focus on anything else.
Soon he saw Maddy and her twin sister Grace. Maddy stomped down the sidewalk, shoving people out of the way. She wore her crazy striped tights as usual. No doubt some teacher would be sending her to the office at some point during the day.
Grace stepped daintily through the crowd, hugging other girls and smiling at everyone. Mr. Kent chuckled to himself. Grace glanced at the window and waved. She pointed at her wrist. He had loaned her a bright red bangle bracelet with a smiley face painted on it. She nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Good, that meant it was working.
Grace had a tendency to cry too much, and sometimes her bright smile was really hiding a deep and powerful sorrow. The enchanted bangle had the ability to cheer up anyone who wore it. You just had to tap the smiley face twice and think of one good thing that had happened to you. The happiness of that moment would then spread to your whole body, and any temporary sadness faded away.
Mr. Kent returned to his desk, shoving aside the normal school papers to reveal his report parchment. He no longer had to fill it out with a quill and ink, thank goodness, but the organization of the checkboxes had not changed in a hundred years, far before his time.
His door burst open, and Marcus flew into the room.
"Whatever’s the matter?" Mr. Kent asked.
"I fixed something that should have stayed broken!" He laid a bright yellow whistle on the table and backed away as if it might explode.
Mr. Kent studied the plastic outer shell. It had been cracked at one point, he could see. "What’s wrong with it?" He turned the mouthpiece toward him.
"Don’t point it at your mouth!"
A horrifying shriek blasted from the whistle like the scream of a ghost. Mr. Kent cupped the whistle in his hands, trying to muffle the sound.
"See?" Marcus shouted.
"How long will it sound like this?" Mr. Kent yelled over the noise.
The piercing screech abruptly ended.
"That long," Marcus said.
Principal Bower hurtled into the room, looking every direction at once. "What was that? Who is hurt? Should we call an ambulance?"
Mr. Kent kept the whistle tight in his palm. "Whatever do you mean?"
"That agonized sound I heard coming from here. Surely something fell on someone?" She studied Marcus and Mr. Kent then glanced behind the desk.
"We’re quite all right here," Mr. Kent said. "Perhaps it was the attendance office?"
Principal Bower backed slowly out of the rooms. "I’m not crazy. I heard that sound." She whirled and walked back into the hall.
Marcus sagged on the desk. "See?"
"Where did you get this?"
"Bruscilla threw it out the window of the bus after someone stepped on it. I figured it was Loki magic."
"Indeed." Mr. Kent didn’t dare open his hands again but nodded toward a blue cabinet on his wall. "Can you get that for me?"
Marcus opened the small door, and Mr. Kent thrust the whistle inside. It attempted another shrill cry, but he slammed the cabinet shut.
"I didn’t mean to fix it! I picked it up, and you know, I just did!"
Mr. Kent patted Marcus on the back. "You’ll get control of that power soon, and you’ll only fix things you intend to repair. Remember how Jinnie used to grant wishes haphazardly?"
"Boy do I." Marcus had gotten very sick after receiving ice cream he wished for as a joke.
"Now off to class. We’ll attend to that whistle at our next Troubled Tween meeting. The girls might know what Bruscilla intended to use it for."
Marcus nodded, shifting his backpack on his shoulders. "See you later."
Never a dull moment at Trinity. The final bell sounded, so Mr. Kent closed the door, locking it with his special key that would temporarily erase the memory of anyone who tried to turn the knob. They would walk away without remembering why they wanted to visit, and he could finish his inventory uninterrupted.

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