Page 8 of Peter Carrot-top


  Chapter 8

  First Day of School

  Morning came bright and early. The sun in the sky

  changed color from yellow to blue, then pink and green. To

  the people of Baja, this was a great way to start the day.

  But, in the Carrot-Top household, it was Peter's first day

  of school after coming back home, but he had different

  plans.

  He wanted to go fight on the side of his father. Peter

  quickly jumped out of bed and summoned the genie Merseft.

  As he arose out of the magical book with his sleepy eyes,

  Peter commanded him to make a double look-alike to fool his

  parents. This would give Peter the ability to be in two

  places at one time.

  Merseft was a little hesitant, letting Peter know that

  parents are smarter than they look, but Peter was confident

  that it would work. With the power of a magical spell and a

  room filled with glowing smoke, the genie conjured up a

  look-alike.

  "Wow! He looks just like me," said Peter.

  "Well, isn't that what you wanted?" asked Merseft with

  a sarcastic tone.

  Peter went over and touched and poked the look-alike.

  He couldn't believe his eyes to see a real duplicate of

  himself. Peter knew in is heart of hearts this plan would

  work. He wanted so badly to fight on the side of his father

  and grandfather, but his parents were not having any of it.

  They wanted him protected because of the prophecy of the

  elders. If Peter was indeed the eighth key, they must

  protect him.

  The look-alike Peter was dressed and ready for school,

  courtesy of Merseft. Now it was time to put the look-alike

  to work. Peter sent it on its way downstairs to breakfast

  while he awaited his parents' departure. There was only one

  small problem, the look-alike was too stiff moving and the

  personality was off. As he (it) went downstairs, Jane and

  Sam noticed right away something was wrong.

  They began to ask the look-alike many silly questions

  like, "What is your favorite orange?"

  The look-alike had no idea and said, "Well, orange of

  course."

  "Ha, ha, ha. You're wrong," said Sam.

  "My son's favorite orange is strawberry, grown in the

  finest parts of Baja," said Jane.

  They knew Peter was up to something, so Sam went to

  the neck of the look-alike and saw a little button. When he

  pressed it, the look-alike was cut off. Sam and Jane

  laughed.

  "It's a little early for him to be skipping school,

  isn't it?" asked Sam.

  "Yes, indeed, we must get to the bottom of this," said

  Jane.

  She went on to tell Sam of Peter's new friend, Merseft

  the genie, and yes, he was real.

  "So the book does work," replied Sam.

  "Yes, but he has yet to harvest its bigger powers. We

  must watch him," said Jane.

  The Carrot-Top household was very busy that morning.

  They had a new day at school, and they had to try to save

  one of the most secret forests of Baja, the Ambassador

  Forest.

  "Peter, get down stairs now," said Jane.

  At first, Peter hesitated and didn't appear until the

  next louder call of his mother. "Yes, Mother!" he said.

  Jane ordered her son to get ready for his first day of

  school. Peter begged his parents to let him go with them,

  but they answered no. They told him that there would be

  many more times for him to save Baja, but today was the

  first day of school. Peter hung his head low in reluctance

  to go, although he was excited. He wanted to be in both

  places at one time. But nevertheless, Peter had to get

  ready for his first day at Waldorf Academy.

  As Dingo chased Oscar through the house and the phone

  began to ring. Peter was upstairs getting ready.

  "Honey, your ride will be here any minute," said Jane

  as she shouted to Peter.

  He quickly got dressed and ran downstairs and ate his

  favorite, mushroom pancakes and turtle eggs.

  "Slow down, son," said Sam as he watched his son

  gobble down his food.

  Jane was just smiling and watching Peter, a proud mom

  to see her son on the first day of school where he was very

  happy to be, and where he would always fit in.

  As soon as Peter finished eating his breakfast, there

  was a loud roaring noise over the Carrot-Top's mansion.

  Everyone stepped out to see what or who it was. They slowly

  looked up into the sky as a big shadow was cast over their

  house. It was Peter's ride to school in style. This flying

  creature carried a disc on its back that was filled with

  children. Peter could see his soon-to-be classmates looking

  down at him.

  "Wow, what is that?" asked Peter.

  "It's your ride to school," said Sam.

  The creature was so unique and huge. It was bright

  yellow and red in color with the mystical symbols of Baja

  on its body. Then a jolly old man stepped out of the ride

  as steps suddenly appeared in thin air.

  "All aboard, all aboard," said the man.

  Peter gave his parents a hug and quickly ran up the

  stairs, looking back to get his parents' approval. He was

  torn between leaving his family and starting life at a new

  school. Peter could see all of his new classmates through

  the windows of the disc, and the children on board were

  also eager to see the boy king that everyone had been

  talking about. As Peter reached the top of the stairs, he

  waved good-bye to his family.

  Then he was stopped by the driver. "May I see your

  pass?"

  Peter search and searched but could not find any kind

  of pass. "I think I forgot it, sir," said Peter.

  "Well, we will have to find you one," said the driver.

  The driver reached into the same pocket that Peter had

  searched and pulled out a golden pass. It was embossed with

  Peter's picture in gold, and it glittered in the sun. His

  parents could see it all the way on the ground.

  Peter's eyes followed the gold pass as the driver

  waved it in his face, back and forth went his eyes. The

  pass was so temping to grab, but gently Peter took it out

  of the driver's hand. A smile came on the driver's face

  telling Peter that he would be just fine, and he gave Peter

  a gentle push on his back into the ride.

  The loud bird squawked as it began to take off. The

  massive wings had to pick up speed before it could lift

  itself off the ground. Because of the size of the bird and

  its wings, it kicked up so much dust in the air it made

  seeing quite impossible, but Jane and Sam, with Peter's

  grandparents, waved good-bye to their son.

  The massive bird flew up into the air as the disc on

  its back spun and glittered in the sun's rays. Peter slowly

  walked down the aisles of the ride. It was like stepping

  into a futuristic world. All the children were neatly

  dressed in their uniforms. The ride was equipped with

  everything from talking gadgets to miniature robots picking

  crumbs up
off of the floor. There were attendants that

  served drinks, juices and any food your heart desired. Kids

  began to look and whisper. Peter began to brush his orange

  hair back with his hands as a sign of nervousness, his

  freckles increased as they multiplied in seconds.

  Then a voice shouted, "Sit here, Peter!"

  Peter followed the voice until he reached where it was

  coming from. All the way to the back of the ride sat a

  person that he had seen before.

  "Miss Clara Cabbage," he said. A beautiful girl with

  fiery long red hair braided into two ponytails; her

  mismatched shoes caught Peter's eye.

  "Yes, Peter, it's me," said Clara.

  Clara and Peter were shy with each other, but somehow

  they seemed to make the best of friends. She reintroduced

  him to the friends he met on the Captain Johnny ride.

  "This is Robert Clark, Zack Bean, Nicholas Webster and

  Benjamin Franklin, who is also known as Ben," said Clara.

  Everyone gave a big hello to their new friend Peter.

  The entire time, the children on the ride began to just

  stare at Peter, until Clara got them to look away by

  sticking out her tongue, and making green saliva bugs jump

  out and fly into the air. The bugs let off a green smelly

  odor, and the rest of the kids began to cough and cover

  their mouths and noses.

  "That is so cool," said Peter.

  "Okay, my little ghosts, quiet it down," said the

  driver.

  Peter knew then that he would have no reason not to

  fit in here. In his heart, he knew he'd chosen the right

  school. Clara's last display gave the kids something to

  talk about rather than look at Peter.

  "If you think that is cool, look what Zack can do,"

  said Clara.

  But, Zack was a little shy. He was one of the easiest

  people to make friends with. His bright blond hair set him

  apart from the rest. He was hesitant to show off his

  talents until Nicholas coaxed him into it.

  "Oh! Come on, Zackey boy, you can do it! Show off

  those useless talents," said Nicholas jokingly.

  Once Zack got his courage up, he held his breath in

  tight and began to blow and blow. Suddenly, a huge clump of

  snot fell from his nose. Zack commanded it to turn into a

  cute little puppy.

  "Whoa! That is gross and cute at the same time," said

  Peter.

  The rest of the children on the bus began to choke and

  gag, and yet some thought it was cool. Then a long slender

  hand came across Peter's face. It was like rubber, and it

  had at least ten watches that graced it, and they all

  glowed with the symbols of Baja. Peter couldn't seem to get

  those mysterious symbols out of his mind. The watches were

  encrusted with sparkling rocks, and all had the face of a

  different animal from tigers, bears, to seahorses, and many

  more.

  The watches were mystical to Peter's eyes. Whether it

  was his imagination or not, the animal faces seemed to

  move, and when he glanced back at the watches, the faces

  seemed to stop moving. Peter looked in the direction of

  where the long arm was coming from and who it belonged to.

  A skinny, Beanpole of a boy stood up, "Hi, Peter. My

  name is Robert Clark."

  Robert was very slender. Besides being skinny,

  everyone noticed his dark, jet black hair, all slicked down

  and greasy. He was at least seven feet tall, and he didn't

  hesitate to show off his ability to disappear in thin air.

  Robert was so slender, if he turned sideways, no one could

  see him. He paraded up and down in the ride showing off his

  talent. One minute you saw him, the next you didn't. One

  minute his head would show with no body attached, or the

  kids might see an arm or leg every now and again. The kids

  were going wild clapping and cheering.

  "Okay, kids, settle down," said the driver.

  Then a loud roar came from the back of the bus. It was

  Nicholas Webster, the class clown; a little on the heavy

  side with baggy clothing and thick eyeglasses.

  Then a voice shouted, "That's all he can do is roar.

  He has no talents."

  Nicholas was sad because indeed all he could do was

  roar, but Peter was impressed and started clapping. This

  made Nicholas very happy and so proud of his roar that he

  roared so hard the windows on the ride cracked. Everyone

  suddenly began to take notice of little old Nicholas, and

  in the end, he got the last laugh.

  "Last but not least, this is Benjamin Franklin. We

  like to call him Ben," said Clara.

  Peter waited with anticipation to see what Ben's

  talents were. Suddenly Ben turned around and his entire

  face was covered in fur, pure white fur. He had long blue

  hair and piercing black eyes. Peter was a little shocked,

  but played it off and gave Ben a handshake. Ben went on to

  explain to him that he had a gene disorder that had made

  him so special.

  Out of excitement, Ben jumped into the aisle of the

  ride to demonstrate his abilities and gift. Without a

  thought, he changed into a huge white shaggy monster. He

  was so big that his weight began to sink the ride and

  squash anyone in his path. Ben began to burst out of his

  uniform and shoes, but he didn't care, he wanted to show

  off his talents.

  "That's enough, Ben," said the driver, and within

  seconds, Ben was his normal self with the exception that

  his uniform was torn and he had holes in his shoes.

  "That is soooo cool!" said Peter.

  "Now, Peter, show us your talents," said Zack.

  "Oh! It's not that cool like yours are," said Peter,

  but he wanted to fit in.

  As everyone watched, Peter explained to the children

  his talents of making large holes. Everyone wanted to see,

  so Peter stood up and stretched his hands out of the

  window. With a minute to concentrate, he began to make a

  large hole in the sky. The kids were amazed; the sky had

  opened up as if someone had sliced it. As they looked into

  the hole in the sky, they saw things they had never seen

  before, like a mystical land of fairies and seas that were

  multicolored. Kids hurried to the windows wanting to get a

  closer look.

  "Wow, there are more worlds out there," said Clara.

  Peter had made a great impression on his new friends.

  But there was one thing he did not know how to do, and that

  was how to close a hole. Once he opened one, it was hard

  for him to close it. Many holes that Peter made never got

  closed.

  "Okay, Peter, that's enough," said the driver.

  Peter immediately stopped, but he left behind another

  open world that no one knew how to close. It was all in

  harmless fun. The children on the bus kept looking back at

  the magnificent display of a new world. Even the driver was

  impressed, but the fun abruptly stopped when a voice yelled

  from the back.

  "Is that all you got, Carrot-Flop?" This person was

  making fun of Peter's last name.


  Clara immediately recognized the voice and shouted,

  "Oh! Shut up, Steve!"

  All the children looked back, waiting on Steve's

  response. Steve Capri was a big bully, bigger than most of

  the children his age. He had one strand of hair that stuck

  up from his head. No matter how he brushed it back, it

  always seemed to stick up at attention. The children dared

  not tease him; they knew that he was a rough-and-tumble

  kid. But Clara was not afraid of him, and that made Steve

  even more upset.

  But like all of these children, Steve had a gift, and

  his gift was smelly feet. He quickly pulled of his shoes,

  and his feet began to grow huge, and then a black odor

  choked the air. The children and staff on the ride began to

  choke constantly. Even the driver had to suspend the ride

  in mid-air to catch his breath.

  The driver hurriedly walked down the aisle and grabbed

  Steve by the collar, and took him into the restroom to put

  his shoes back on. Steve was not going quietly.

  He yelled at the driver like a spoiled brat, "I am

  going to tell my parents! Do you know who my parents are?"

  "I do not care who your parents are. They left me to

  take care of you, and that's what I am going to do," said

  the driver.

  As the driver and Steve left, the remaining children

  raised their heads up slowly as they searched for clean,

  fresh air.

  "He is a stinker," said Clara to Peter.

  They both laughed, until Steve's friends came forward

  to confront Clara and her friends, "Laugh now, cry later,"

  said Jamyra Jam. She was a skinny brown child. Her

  complexion was flawless, and she had blue eyes and long

  white hair. She was very pretty, but underneath that

  prettiness was a bossy, spoiled little brat.

  "Who is that?" Peter asked.

  Clara explained to Peter that Jamyra Jam was the ice

  princess of Waldorf Academy, and her parents were the

  founders of the black moons.

  "What are the black moons?" asked Peter.

  Ben jumped in to tell Peter that the black moons were

  discovered by the Jam family. The moons produced black dust

  to keep Baja energy efficient without looking for other

  fuels and dangerous substances. Because of the Jam family's

  discovery, Baja had never worried about light or energy.

  Everyone warned Peter to keep a distance from Jamyra,

  because once she got mad, she would turn anything into

  solid ice, and it would take days to thaw. Peter gave a big

  gulp and looked over his shoulder as he felt Jamyra staring

  at him.

  "Oh, don't worry, Peter. She's only allowed to use it

  in emergencies. If she does without an emergency, she will

  be in big trouble with the elders," said Zack.

  Peter was relieved to hear that, and watched as Zack

  pointed out all the other kids in Jamyra's group. There was

  Millie Spoon, an anti-social girl who only showed one eye

  because her hair was always covering the other. She was

  very slender with waist-length long black hair and big

  saucer eyes. Her gift was invisibility. Zack went on to

  tell Peter that Millie was by far the nicest out of the

  entire group. She only hung out with Jamyra and the others

  because Steve Capri was her cousin.

  Then Zack showed Peter a slender-built young man who

  was very handsome, quirky and over confident. "His name is

  Michael Beetle-Bug, but do not call him by his entire

  name," warned Zack.

  Peter watched with great interest as Zack explained

  the cool kids to him. Zack went on to tell Peter how

  Michael's family owned the beetle-bug farm, one of the

  largest in Baja. The farm was responsible for producing

  beetles that protected vegetables and other foods. The bugs

  were man-made and went out every day protecting many farms

  in Baja from annoying pests.

  Michael was average-sized and always dressed in all

  black. He was the only child in school that could pull off

  his gift. When Michael turned around, Peter saw his gift.

  He had wings like a butterfly that were black and had white

  polka dots all over them.

  But, they were no ordinary wings. When Michael got

  upset, they turned into razor wings, sharp enough to cut

  through almost anything. What was most annoying about

  Michael was the buzzing sound that came from his wings.

  Clara seemed to think he did it on purpose.

  Last but not least, there was Sam Salmon. No one

  wanted to sit by Sam because he was not only sloppy, but

  huge. His clothing was dirty and his shoes untied. He was

  constantly eating, with food pouring from his mouth. He was

  gross, constantly digging in his nose and pulling his

  underwear out of his butt.

  Sam had to be carried in a glass container when he

  became unruly. His gift was blowing huge fart balls that

  were green and slimy. Sam never used his gift to better

  humans, just for a cheap laugh. He was ordered by the

  academy to be transferred in a glass tube until he could

  behave himself.

  "Thank goodness," said Peter.

  "Yeah! That is not a pretty sight," said Clara as they

  both began chuckling.

  Clara and her friends reminded Peter that the other

  side would not be happy with him being their friend, as she

  pointed toward Jamyra and her crew, but Peter was very

  comfortable with which side he'd chosen. He was a young man

  that was always true to himself and dedicated to the people

  he called his friends.

  So much commotion on the ride distracted Peter from

  seeing the real beauty of Baja. There were trees that

  reached up to the heavens, and giants climbing the

  Beanstalk. The giants always waved to the children on the

  ride and ran up the Beanstalk. Peter was impressed by what

  his eyes witnessed up close and personal.

  "Has anyone ever gone to the top of the Beanstalk?"

  asked Peter.

  "Yes, when you sign up for field trips," said Zack.

  "I can't wait to sign up," said Peter.

  As they rode to school, the bus was very quiet as the

  children admired the scenes of Baja. Trees sang and danced,

  flawless in the air. Bright stars made pictures in the

  skies, from teddy bears to lions. There was always a show

  for the children.

  This was also the time for the bus driver, Mr. Stamp,

  to relax and give the children the history of Baja. He was

  also their guardian angel, watching over the young future

  of Baja. He took the history of Baja very seriously.

  Although at times, his speeches could be very boring,

  causing the children to take a brief nap. But, oh, not

  Peter!

  He wanted to see all that Baja had to offer. This was

  his first day at school, and he wanted to enjoy every

  minute of it. Not one time did Peter worry about his

  parents. In fact, he forgot that they were going to the

  Ambassador Forest.

  As Peter was daydreaming, a loud voice spoke, "Good

  morning, st
udents. Sit up and pay attention."

  "Who is that?" Peter asked Clara.

  "That is Mrs. Laura Dean. She is over 200 years old

  and the meanest teacher in the school," said Clara.

  Mrs. Dean was very old, but once in a while, she tried

  to make herself look young again. Her skin was pale, and

  she wore bright red lipstick. Her hair was jet black and

  came down to her knees. She always wore military style

  boots and gear, as if she were going to war. She walked

  around with a cane that she used to slap the hands of rude

  children or to hit the desk when no one was paying

  attention.

  Mrs. Dean's face appeared in a cloud of blue mist. The

  face went down the aisles of the ride, barking orders at

  the children. "Tie your shoes. Fix your shirt. That skirt

  is too short. Sit up straight." The orders went on for a

  while.

  Most of the children feared Mrs. Dean and never wanted

  to cross her path. When Mrs. Dean got to Peter, she looked

  him over a few times. Peter's face was turning bright

  orange as he stared into space.

  "Don't think for one minute because you are supposed

  to be our savior that I will let you get away with murder,"

  warned Mrs. Dean.

  "No, sir!" said Peter.

  The children laughed hysterically until Mrs. Dean shut

  them up with her angry voice. "That's 'No, ma'am.' you

  little brat."

  When Peter realized that he'd made a mistake, all he

  could do was apologize over and over, but it did not help

  his case any. Afterwards Mrs. Dean disappeared from the

  blue mist from whence she came.

  "That was a close call," said Nicholas.

  The ride had become rowdy once again, children being

  children with horse playing, the throwing of papers and

  passing notes, and all the girlie gossip taking place. This

  was what Peter wanted, a normal life and a school where he

  would not be rejected.

  A few air miles away from school, another ride pulled

  up next to the children of Waldorf Academy. It was the

  school of S.C. McPhergerson. This was also a bright school

  and had many rival competitions with Waldorf Academy. Peter

  looked around at the children on the other ride. They were

  all dressed in army armor because S.C. McPhergerson was an

  army school, and the students wore the attire to match.

  These kids were ruthless. They seemed to be little warriors

  in disguise. Some of the children had on crowns; some had

  bows and arrows over their shoulders. They looked as if

  they were ready for war.

  "And to think my parents almost chose that school for

  me," said Peter to his new friends.

  The children from S. C. McPhergerson stared down the

  children from Waldorf. One kid yelled out, "We will get you

  this year at the Comet Bowl, you losers!"

  "Oh! Shut up!" said Jamyra, and both rides went off

  into their own separate directions.

  "What is the Comet Bowl?" asked Peter.

  "I will handle this question," said Jamyra. Jamyra

  went on to tell Peter that the Comet Bowl was only for the

  experienced comet riders. It was where schools compete to

  destroy comets in the sky.

  Each school creates their own amount of comets, and

  each comet came with a big surprise inside. Everyone had to

  watch the other team, their comets could be dangerous. Once

  a rider had fallen off three times, he or she was out of

  the game.

  "That sounds cool," said Peter.

  "Not for you, you little puppy dog," said Steve.

  "Oh! Shut up, he's probably better than all of you,"

  said Ben.

  Jamyra and her crew were not happy about Peter wanting

  to join. They considered him to be weak. Besides, she was

  the captain of the comet team.

  "Okay, kids, we're here," said Mr. Stamp.

  Peter's eyes grew like saucers when he saw the landing

  strip at Waldorf Academy. It was a huge runway with lots of

  other transportation coming and going. He hadn't seen this

  particular area on his tour of Waldorf; it was amazing;

  children and teachers where coming and going. The different

  animals used for transportation were breathtaking. There

  were many huge birds with discs on their backs carrying

  many people. They were huge, with bright colors and the

  Baja symbols.

  Some were getting cleaned and fed by handlers. The

  animals were well taken care of. What was so unbelievable

  were the huge giants that were green and blue in color,

  carrying large domes on their backs. In these sand domes

  were people eating and drinking, dropping off children for

  school. They had come from many worlds over.

  Waldorf academy was well known all over, and by the

  beauty of the school alone, Peter could see why. He and his

  new friends scanned their badges as they came off of the

  ride and stepped onto another seated ride.

  "What is this?" asked Peter.

  "It's a transport that takes you to the center of the

  school where students interact and meet up," said Clara.

  The ride was shaped like a capsule and was cherry red

  in color with gold trim. There were so many gadgets and

  knobs on the ride. The capsules could hold at least ten

  students, and Peter and all of his friends got in. This was

  exciting to him. The capsule scanned each student and

  greeted them by name. After the voice scanned Peter's

  friends, it came to him.

  "Good morning, Sir Carrot-Top, glad to see you could

  make it," said the voice.

  Then seatbelts came out and buckled the children in,

  and a machine printed out the children's assigned classes

  for that day. Luckily for Peter, he was in the same classes

  with all of his new friends. Clara reminded him that every

  day it's a new schedule. As the children took the capsule

  to the center of the school, they were offered many healthy

  morning snacks. Each child had a package of cotton worms.

  "Oh! Gross," said Peter.

  "Actually, it's really good," said Nicholas.

  Peter watched as the worm wiggled in the package,

  ready to come out. He could not force himself to open it.

  Clara opened her pack first and gobbled down her worm. The

  worm was pink and filled with vitamin cotton candy.

  "Now that's my kind of lady!" said Zack as he watched

  Clara gobble down her cotton worm.

  When Peter saw that it was okay, he quickly opened up

  his package and tasted his worm as it moved in his hands.

  "That's not bad at all," he said.

  The friends laughed and giggled as they rode the

  capsule through their school. Peter's new friends told him

  that every morning the entire student body must meet in The

  Center.

  "What is the center?" asked Peter.

  The Center was a place where all the teachers came

  together to welcome the students, his friends explained. He

  started to daydream, looking out the capsule window.

  Waldorf was spectacular. There were tunnels and mazes, and

  there were elves and fairi
es working on the tunnels. He saw

  many spectacular sights. There were creatures he had never

  seen before. To Peter, this school was a big playground for

  his imagination.

  "Peter, Peter, are you ignoring us?" asked Robert.

  "Oh! No, I was so amazed by the tunnels," said Peter.

  "Well, quit your daydreaming or the teachers will put

  you on moon duty," said Zack.

  But Peter never paid any attention to his friends'

  words and kept on staring out of the window. Suddenly, the

  capsule stopped and a long winding robot mechanical head

  came in and began scanning the children. The face on this

  robot was scary looking. Peter flinched for a minute.

  "Oh! Peter, it's okay. It's only Mr. Lobo," said Clara

  as she explained to Peter that this was a precaution the

  school took to make sure the students were always who they

  said they were.

  "Yeah, because we have a lot of shift changers who can

  take another form," said Robert.

  It was a lot of information for Peter to take in, but

  he went with the flow and did as the other children did.

  As Mr. Lobo came forward and scanned Peter, he blurted

  out, "Umm, ha, ummh, ha. Okay, you're good. Get out."

  The children jumped out of the capsule and were in

  "The Center". The place looked like a palace, with servers

  for the children and caterers running everywhere. The

  atmosphere seemed to be from the time of the pharaohs on

  Earth. There were huge statues, golden spheres, secret

  doorways and passages that mysteriously opened.

  The teachers seemed to speak in codes, but everyone

  understood them except Peter. His new friends were there to

  help him out. The codes went as follows: 8, 5, 12, 12, 15.

  This made no sense to Peter, but Clara jumped in and showed

  him in the air how to read and interpret the codes. In

  Baja, the entire code system was made of numbers. So 8, 5,

  12, 12, 15 meant "hello." "H" is the eighth letter of the

  alphabet, and "e" is the fifth letter and so forth.

  The hard part was getting your brain to count the

  letters fast and then translate them. Clara told Peter it

  was going to take time and practice. He was excited. It was

  like he was a part of a secret force.

  Clara showed him how it was done as she walked over to

  Jamyra and said, "8, 5, 12, 12, 15."

  Jamyra responded by saying, "19, 8, 21, 20 - 21, 16,"

  (shut up).

  Then Clara responded by saying, "6, 18, 15, 7 - 6, 1,

  3, 5," (frog face).

  Everyone around them laughed as Clara called Jamyra a

  frog face. Jamyra went angrily to get a teacher. The

  teacher came over and scolded the two ladies in code.

  Everyone knew what she was saying, except for Peter. He

  almost had it figured out, but his brain was a little slow.

  "Don't worry, you will get it," said the teacher.

  "And my dear friend, Peter, that is how the code

  works," said Clara, laughing and sticking out her tongue at

  Jamyra.

  Before the assembly began, the children tested out

  their gifts in "The Center". Jamyra turned things and

  student into ice. Clara blew green spit frogs and bugs all

  over the place. Robert used his slender body to slip

  through the crowds and trip other students. Zack and his

  snot boogers were everywhere. Zack had kids pinned to the

  walls with his snot.

  Ben turned into a big bear that pushed kids all around

  the halls and room area. Then Nicholas began to roar and

  roar as he cracked walls and broke glass with his loud

  echoing sounds. Peter joined in and began to create small

  holes that swallowed up everything in their paths.

  The children were going wild, acting like they were

  losing their minds, playing and horsing around. Then

  suddenly, hovering from above was the head of the school,

  Mr. Stewart.

  "Quiet down and stop this ruckus immediately!" he said.

  The children immediately stopped the horse play and

  paid attention to Mr. Stewart. "The Center" was so quiet

  you could hear a pin drop. Mr. Stewart informed the

  children that he was very disappointed in the way that they

  had behaved and everyone would have moon duties.

  The children gave a big "Booooo!" as they all hated

  moon duties and had better things to do. But Waldorf was

  such a prestigious school, no student wanted to get kicked

  out.

  Mr. Stewart led the students in prayer and the

  assembly began with announcements. Then the bell rang for

  classes to begin, but before classes started, Mr. Stewart

  introduced Peter, the boy king, to the entire student body

  and faculty. Everyone turned to get a glimpse at the one

  boy the prophets claimed would save Baja, but Peter was on

  the shy side. His face began to turn bright orange, and his

  hair curled up from sweat. But the students and faculty

  gave him a big round of applause, and then the children

  were on their way to classes.

  "What are moon duties?" Peter asked Zack.

  Zack explained that when you had moon duties, you went

  to the Elk Mountains and cleaned off the 400 moons of Baja.

  The dust on the moons had to be cleaned every week to keep

  the bright moonlight, and to regulate the temperature of

  Baja. Zack also explained that it could get messy and the

  moon dust stunk, and it was very dirty.

  "That sounds so cool," said Peter.

  "You won't say that when you're there," said Clara,

  but to Peter, this was another adventure for his curious

  mind.

  The sounds of the bells rang through the halls, "Ding

  dong, ding dong." Kids began rushing to class; they didn't

  want to be late. Clara told her friends they must hurry.

  Their first class was biology with Mr. Randel Hunter.

  Mr. Hunter was the kids' first teacher they saw most

  mornings. He was on the strange side; he talked to all the

  animals before he cut them open and dissected them. The

  children saw Mr. Hunter as slightly odd and overwhelmingly

  crazy. He wore a tribal mask over his face that was made of

  dead animals' bones and skin. Even his clothing had to be

  made of animals. He never smiled and always tried to scare

  the children with the new creatures he caught for them to

  dissect.

  No one knew what Mr. Hunter looked like; as he was

  always wearing the tribal mask. The only thing showing was

  his golden hair. It was braided into many small braids, and

  then into bigger ones. Clara, Peter and the rest off the

  children ran to class, just in time before Mr. Hunter

  turned around.

  He saw that they were almost late and said, "Nice of

  you folks to join us." The classroom filled with laughter,

  and in a mean voice, Mr. Hunter belted out, "Quiet now!"

  The classroom quieted and the children paid close

  attention to the board as Mr. Hunter wrote his lesson plans

  for that day.

  "Peter Carrot-Top, don't be late to my class ever,"

  said Mr. Hunter as Peter took a big gulp in embarrassme
nt.

  "You and Millie Spoon will be lab buddies," he said.

  Some of the children laughed, and some made kissing

  noises until Mr. Hunter made all the commotion stop.

  Peter slowly walked over to Millie and said, "Hi," as

  he sat down to start his first day at school. To Peter,

  this was all he ever wanted and imagined. He was quite

  content at Waldorf Academy and felt at home with his new

  friends.