Jon-Jon Jeremy Johnston, bread
delivery boy, and most depressed child in London, walked down the street
through the fog delivering bread. He was an orphan, and no one cared. He lived
in an alleyway across the street from where he got his bread. He made almost no
money, and lived off of rats he captured and cooked himself.
Jon checked his list. "Sammers,
done, Hurdles, done, Scrooge...that’s next." He shoved the list in his
pocket. He grabbed two French baguettes from his basket, and went up to Mr.
Scrooges door.
The mansion always spooked him out,
for it was big, black, and empty. But today was even more creepy, because Jon
could have sworn, that through the fog, there was a faint green glow coming
from one of the upstairs windows.
Jon swallowed, and grabbed the door
knocker. He knocked twice and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Jon got worried. Mr. Scrooge normally didn’t
make him wait this long.
"M-Mr. Scrooge?" Jon called
out. "It’s Jon! With your bread! Can I come in?"
Silence.
"I-I’ll come in now, Mr.
Scrooge!" Jon called once more before opening the door.
A waft of cold air rushed outside when
Jon opened the door, and he shivered. He walked slowly down the stairs to where
Scrooge kept his food. He opened the cupboard and put the bread in it. As he
trudged up the stairs, he heard a crash and a yell from upstairs.
Jon jumped in fear. He looked,
terrified, up the stairs.
"Mr. Scrooge?!" he called in
terror. "A-are you alright?!"
He heard moaning and what sounded like
chains clanking in response.
Jon looked longingly at the door
before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"I’m coming, Mr. Scrooge, I’m
coming!!" he yelled. "Just hang on, I’m coming!"
As he ran up the flights of stairs,
the greenish glow came from above him. This scared Jon to death, but he kept
running up. The moaning and clanking continued, but Jon kept going.
More yells came, and they sounded like
Mr. Scrooge. That scared Jon, but he kept running.
Why does Mr. Scrooge’s house have so
many floors?
he thought.
Finally,
Jon reached the door. He froze
Green
mist was coming out from under the partly open door.
Jon stood in fear at the green fog. What
is that? he thought. He peeked his head through the door and stared.
Mr. Scrooge was huddled on his chair.
He was staring with a face frozen in fear at...a ghost? Jon shook his head in
confusion. He had been told that there were no such things as ghosts. But there
was one standing in front of him.
"Scroooooooooooge!!" the
ghost moaned.
"Spirit, leave, please!!"
Scrooge whimpered.
The ghost stopped. He put his hand on
his hip. "Sheesh, Scrooge. It’s me, Marley." he shook his head.
"Don’t you recognize me?"
Scrooge looked long and hard at
Marley. Then he gasped in delight.
"MARLEY!!" he yelled in
happiness. That surprised Jon, for Mr. Scrooge was never happy.
"SCROOGE!!" Marley yelled
back, and ran toward Scrooge, but fell flat on his face, falling through the
floor. Scrooge froze and stared at the place where Marley disappeared.
"Ow." came faintly through
the floor. "Hope this wasn’t expensive."
Jon was very confused. Scrooge
appeared to be also.
"Marley?" he called out.
"Are you alright?"
A crash came from downstairs, and Jon
winced.
"Yeah, I’m okay, but this chandelier
isn’t." the response came. Another crash, another wince, this time from
Scrooge.
"Well, do you need help?"
Scrooge asked.
"No, but the chandelier
does."
Suddenly, Jon felt the urge to sneeze.
He did, and Scrooge whipped his head toward the door. He stalked toward Jon and
pulled the door open, causing Jon to fall into Mr. Scrooges room.
"BOY!!" Scrooge roared.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING?!"
"M-M-Mr. S-Scrooge, s-sir."
Jon stammered in fear. "I-I was b-bringing y-your b-bread, sir."
"THE
BREAD GOES DOWNSTAIRS IN THE CUBOARD!!" Scrooge yelled."WHY DO I NEED TO TELL YOU
THAT?!"
"S-sir, I- heard y-you
sc-screaming, an-and I hea-heard a crash- I w-wanted to be su-sure you were
al-alright, s-sir." Jon murmured.
Scrooge looked at him, confused.
"You- were...worried about me?"
Jon nodded.
Marley pulled himself up through the
floor, and stood up panting.
"Right-o, I came to-" he
stopped and stared at Jon. "What is he doing here?"
Scrooge looked at Jon, then at Marley.
"He’s, uh, my delivery boy. He wanted to be sure I was okay." he
looked closely at Jon. "You an orphan, boy?"
Jon nodded.
"Does someone take care of
you?"
Jon shook his head.
Scrooge looked into the distance,
thinking. Then his face lit up.
"Uh, Scrooge? Right, there’s a
ghost coming at-" Marley started.
"Say no more, my friend!!"
Scrooge said delightedly. "I’m a changed man!! I will help this boy, and
all the boys and girls of London!!"
Marley’s jaw dropped. "You’ll-
say what?!"
"You heard me!!" Scrooge
laughed in giddiness.
Jon stared at Scrooge.
Marley stared at Scrooge. "Hold
up. You mean to say, that I rounded up the three most powerful ghost of all
time to try and make you not-so much of a crotchety old man, and you don’t need
them?!"
Scrooge nodded. "Sure, let’s go
with that."
Marley shrugged. "Okay! Welp, I’m
out!" He dissolved into mist and vanished.
The next few months went very well for
all the children of London. They were given food, clothing, and Scrooge even
let them live in his mansion. Scrooge became a happier man, and was a father to
all of these children. Jon still delivered bread, but he was happy to keep
doing that. Jon was Scrooge’s favorite of all the children, and they spent lots
of time together. And so, we end our story, with warm, full, and happy
children.
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