The Mysterious Benedict Society (By: My friend)

by XXmancyXX

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Random, Human, Comedy
Length: 816

Reynie met new friends at a test. He went through adventures and more with them, by my friend.

My friend told me this really fascinating story, and I decided to share it with you guys, cuz I didn't want you to miss out. It's about this colt named Reynie, who met new friends at a test. He went through more than a mere adventure, and the rest is yours to read! Enjoy~

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-05 09:38:27 UTC

Pencils, Erasers and Disqualification

  In a city called Stonetown, near a port called Stonetown Harbour, a boy named Reynie Muldoon was preparing to take an important test. It was the second test of the day - the first had been in an office on the other side of town. After that one he was told to come here, to the Monk Building on 3rd Street, and to bring nothing but a single pencil and a single rubber, and to arrive no late than one o'clock. If he happened to be late, or bring two pencils, or forget his rubber, or in any other way deviate the instructions, he would not be allowed to take the test, and that would be that. Reynie, who very much wanted to take it, was careful to follow the instructions. Curiously enough, these were the only ones given. He was not told how to get to the Monk Building, for example, and had found it necassary to ask direction to the nearest bus stop, acquire a timetable from a dishonest bus driver who tried to trick him into paying for it, and walk several streets to catch the 3rd Street bus. Not that any of this was difficult for Reynie Muldoon. Although he was only eleven years old, he was quite used to working things out for himself.

  From somewhere across the city, a church bell struck the half hour. Twelve-thirty. He still had a while to wait. When he'd check the doors of the Monk Building at noon, they were locked. So Reynie had bought a sandwich at a deli and sat down the park bench to eat. A tall building in Stonetown's busiest district must surely have many offices inside, he thought. Locked doors at noon seemed a little peculiar. But then, what hadn't been peculiar about this whole affair?

  To begin with, there was the advertisement. A few days before, Reynie had been reading the newspaper over breakfast at the Stonetown Orphanage, sharing sections with his tutor, Miss Perumal. (As Reynie had already completed all the textbooks on his own, the orphanage director had assigned him a special tutor while the other children went to class. Miss Perumal didn't quite know what to do with Reynie, either, but she was intelligent and kind, and in their time together they had grown fond of sharing the morning newspaper over breakfast and tea.)

  The newspaper that morning had been filled with the usual headlines, several of them devote to what was commonly called the Emergency. Things had gotten desperately out of control, the headlines reported; the school systems, the budget, the pollution, the crime, the weather...why, everything, in fact, had gotten out of control, and citizens everywhere were clamouring for a major - no, dramatic - improvement in the government. 'Things must be changed NOW!' was the slogan plastered on billboards all over the city (it was a very old slogan), and although Reynie rarely watched television, he know the Emergency was the main subject of the new programmes everyday, as it had been for years. Naturally, when Reynie and Miss Perumal first met, they had discussed the Emergency at great length. Finding themselves quite in agreement about politics, however, they soon found such conversation boring and decided to drop the subject. In general, then, they talked about other news stories, those which varied from day to day, and afterwards they amused themselves by reading the advertisements. Such was the case on that particular morning, when Reynie's life had suddenly taken a whole new turn.

  "Do you care for more honey with your tea?" Miss Perumal had asked - speaking in Tamil, a language she was teaching him - but before Reynie could answer that of course he wanted more honey, the advertisement caught Miss Perumal's eye and she exclaimed,"Reynie! Look at this! Would you be interested?"

  Miss Perumal sat across the table from him, but Reynie, who had no trouble reading upside-down, quickly scanned the advertisement's bold-printed words: ARE YOU A GIFTED CHILD LOOKING FOR SPECIAL OPPORTUNITIES? How odd, he thought. The question was adressed directly to children, not to their parents. Reynie had never known his parents, who died when he was an infant, and it pleased him to read a notice that had taken this possibility into account. But still: How odd. How many children read the newspaper, after all? Reynie did, but he had always been alone in this, had always been considered and oddball. If not for Miss Perumal, he might even have given it up by now, to avoid some of the teasing.

  "I suppose I might be interested," he said to Miss Perumal, "if you think I might qualify."

  Miss Perumal gave him a wry look. "Don't you play games with me, Reynie Muldoon. If you aren't the most talented child I've ever known, then I've never known a child at all."