Mount Treasure Ch2Chapter Two: Jim Opens the Map
"Yes, sir, that is correct. Alright, we appreciate your help. Thank you, goodbye."
The sound of the front door shutting alerts Jim to return to his seat. He'd been studying the Doctor's audiphone. Not that the Doctor would mind. In fact, he'd probably be delighted. Perhaps even to the point of demonstrating to Jim how it worked and tell him when it was made and what model it was and what so-and-so-smart-guy had to say about it.
That is why Jim nonchalantly walks away from it.
The Doctor enters just as Jim is sitting on a sofa. "Well, the constabulary is on the case, although it seems that those rotten pirates have fled without a trace." He pauses for a moment before saying, "And I'm afraid that the old Benbow Inn has . . . burned to the ground."
Jim looks up at his mother, seated in a plush armchair. Her head is buried in her hands. Her shoulders shudder slightly.
Jim looks away.
"There, there, Sarah. I'm sure we can build a new one. Just with time
Mount Treasure Ch 1Chapter One: Welcome to the Town of Montressor
Jim Hawkins has never been the easiest of boys to control.
Well, that's the understatement of the century.
Jim Hawkins is an absolute nightmare of a boy. He's a loner, he's quiet, when you make him talk he's disrespectful, he's the kind of kid that is totally brilliant and completely demented. Keep your kids far away.
At least, that's what the whole town of Montressor says.
His teachers will tell him one thing, and he'll argue to the end of the earth that the opposite is true (even if he doesn't believe it). His neighbors say a friendly word in greeting, he pretends not to hear. His mom wants him to do chores or help out with the work at the Inn she runs, well, what does he get out of it?
At fifteen years old, James Pleiades Hawkins has more adults figured out than the average textbook does mathematical equations, and he's not at all impressed. Why follow society when all you do is end up like that? A tiresome teacher, a polite politician,
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 6Lesson Five: How to Get Out of Jail Free
"Jim!" Chiquita shouts.
Jim turns to see the short and numerous-eyed coordinator using one of four hands to make a slicing motion across her neck.
What in the world did that mean?
When in doubt, turn to Mori.
"Mori? Does she want to behead me?" Jim asks a little tentatively.
Mori laughs. "She's telling you to go on break."
Relieved, Jim leaves the registers and makes his way to the break room. He punches in a five digit code on the door's electronic lock and enters the associate hall.
"Hey, Jim, my boy. You on break?" Robert calls from the open door of the managers' office when he sees the teen enter.
"Yes, sir," Jim responds.
"You goin outside?"
"I am, actually. To the Gorda Bodega."
"Why that's fifteen minutes there and back, practically! Half your break gone!"
"Yes, sir." Jim doesn't tell him that it's also all that he can afford right now. Five gold in his pocket won't buy a decent meal anywhere else. He may have to give
070. 67%"A sixty-seven. Sixty-seven," Amelia can't believe it. She'd studied all night long for that test, she'd given up game time and the solarsurfing race and sleep to study for that test.
And she gets a sixty-seven.
This is not gonna fly.
Angrily shoving the test paper into her notebook, furiously jamming the notebook into her satchel, and ferociously throwing her satchel over her shoulder (or, as ferociously as she can, anyway), Amelia stands ramrod straight and marches out of the classroom.
Professor Higgins had dismissed class early today, claiming that many students had impressed him with their high test scores and they didn't have anything new to cover until Monday. So they had the weekend free to work on other classes and party and play sports and do whatever it was that students did these days.
But Amelia isn't going to do any of that.
Amelia is not an academic by any means. She does not dream in mathematical formulas. She does not revel in complex equations. Sh