CHAPTER 1
Hi. I am Forsey Kilannius Benson Toronto, son of Benjamin Ulgo Timson Toronto. I am ten years, six months, two weeks, and four days old at the writing of these sentences, being written on the 16th September, 2019. I’m 147.52 cm (5 feet 5 inches) tall. I live in the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria. Now I’m gonna stop sounding like a scientific report of my life.
I’ve been doing coding since I was four. I do it at a place called Tinker Inc. It’s A marvellous experience, incredibly fun, and has gargantuan choices of Spectacular , activities , classes - hang on, is this just catchy advertising??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEEEP!!!!
Sorry for the interruption. Please proceed.
Anyway, At coding, we always have the Same teacher, MR Grey. There’s also a lot of other kids. Here are all of them:
Alex Charoner, who is super funny,
Ayghan Xyuo, Who no-one can understand because he only speaks mandarin,
Bella & Johnny Cuddles, who have no idea of personal space whatsoever,
Catie Catie Catie , Who unsurprisingly gets bullied because of her triple name,
Frederick Semmillius Einstein, who although is only seven, has an IQ of 148 and speaks 37 different languages fluently,
Baby Gerald, who no-one knows barely anything about and has been two for roughly an eternity,
Jaxon, who has severe anger issues,
Kate asdero, who only talks about potty humour,
Matt Derolner, who is an expert computer hacker and beat the world record for highest score in dinosaur game,
Mike Kaveer, An astounding prankster,
Oliver Preston, who is extremely obsessed with Harry Potter,
Pedro, padra, podre, pippo and ponita edola, who are quinplets, and are all scared of only one thing: tigers,
Pirouetta quadrrere, the daughter of a world-famous ballet couple,
And Phillipo Gomez, Who’s an emo from Mexico.
Now, We’re all Very fond of Mr. Grey, and we can’t possibly imagine what it would be like to have another teacher.
Until now…………

Chapter 2
One day, probably Thursday, since unexpected things usually happen on Thursday, Although it could very well be Wednesday, I can’t seem to remember now; One day, When I walked into the Room Where I had my coding Lessons,
I couldn’t see Mr. Grey Anywhere!!!!!!
“What’s going on?” I asked Matt.
‘’I don’t know.’’ He replied. “All I know is that Mr. Grey Isn’t-‘’
“SilENCE!!!” Shouted The teacher At the front. His Name tag read, henry Bullocks: Senior HORSE-Riding Master. “ You Guys Aren’t gonna get on a horse in ages If ya keep on yabbbering!!!!”
“But This isn’t Horse -racing!’’ said Padra , Her eyebrows flickering with frustration. ‘ It’s coding!”
‘Of course it’s horse-racing!” Cried Mr. Bullocks, Outraged. “Next ya’ll be tellin’ me the sky isn’t blue!!!”
Enter the next hour and a half . Even Bella and Johnny were getting stressed out, which has Never Ever happened before. Jaxon, who was less than a fifth as rude as usual, got smacked on the butt twenty times.
Which is why all three of them got picked up early.
Next up was kate, who was busting yet couldn’t go for a reason that was “Underteminable” which resulted in her grabbing the emergency phone and calling her parents.
the edala quinplets started unexpectedly crying and were also sent home, followed by pirouetta who started twirling to relax and was then shouted at. Alex, mike and Baby Gerald started joking around, Which The teacher didn’t exactly enjoy.
After all those traumatic experiences, Matt hacked into all of our parents’ phones and said that they had to pick their children up early, which by that time was pointless because almost everyone was gone.
Now, I know everyone would tell their parents about a situation like this, but in this case, they didn’t seem to believe us. Most parents said stuff like “ I doubt that” or “Eat your Dinner, sweetie” or Something like that. But not MY parents. MY parents went into the group chat and told everyone that the rumours were sadly true.
Everyone agreed that it was best to keep the children away from Tinker, Inc. for now. I was so relieved about that. I then stayed home that Friday as I was too stressed out from the day prior, in the hope that everything would turn out to be okay. Everything was back to normal for now.