This is my first stab at writing the origins of The Marvellous Family. I hope people like it as Ive never really wrote anything before, so constructive criticism would be welcomed.
CHAPTER ONE
A Humble Begining
The atmosphere in the changing room at Paragon City University was intense. Muscle bound jocks were going through there paces , completing there last minute warm ups. Proud parents stood by there side providing encouraging support and words of wisdom. It was hard to tell who was the proudest the fathers or the sons.
Ok son this is your big chance to make a name for yourself announced Lord Marvellous so anyone in earshot could hear. But father Im no athlete protested the timid boy in front of him please dont make me do this, Ive never run a race in my life
Nonsenses Junior our family has a long history with this academy and a reputation to uphold in this event Lord Marvellous proudly retorted making sure the whole changing room heard it will be the making of you boy!
Im not doing it father stammered Junior I dont want to run in this stupid race ,if its that important, then you run the damm thing
Ping Pong Could the participants in todays main event the 100 meter gold ribbon event, please make there way to the running track immediately the robotic voice from the PA system crackled.
There you go Matthew, get out there boy chop chop, make your old man proud Lord Marvellous boasted as he walked to the changing room exit. Did you not hear a word I said father. Im not running this silly race Matthew yelled after his father.
Look boy I called in many a favour with the college principle to get you in this race the boys father angrily snapped, his voice booming round the now empty changing room. Your mother would be very disappointed with you Junior, god rest her soul.
The announce system sprung into life once more Ping Pong This is the final call for Matthew Marvellous Junior, final call for Matthew Marvellous Junior, please report to running track immediately.
Dont bring my mother into this , fine Ill run your stupid race screamed Mathew as he stormed out the changing room, kicking a half drunk energy drink as he passed his father. Thats the spirit boy Lord Marvellous called after his son.
Down on the track the air was filled with anticipation, a cooling Mid July breeze blew across the sun baked cinder track was refreshing compared to the stuffy confine of the changing room..
Yes and you are? enquired the race official as Matthew approached M Marvellous he snappily replied still angry from the run in with his father. No need to take that tone with me young man, replied the official as he handed Matthew his number youre the one whos late
Muttering to him self Matthew nervously walked over to the starting line whilst struggling to get the oversized number 8 to stay on his shirt.
Heres your starting blocks sonny, you will have to set them yourself. said another official as he thrust the blocks into Matthews hands.
What the hell am I doing here, and what am I supposed to do with these thought Matthew as he struggled with the starting blocks. you need some help with those sniggered the boy in the next lane. No thanks Matthew angrily replied as he rose to his feet I dont think I will even bother with them
Competitors take your positions shouted the starter. The noise from the crowd died down.
Take your marks . Matt could her the twitter and sniggers of the crowd as he positioned himself for a standing start. He glanced to his right and saw his father angrily shaking his head
Set announced the starter.
Matt turned his focus to the track, 100 metres had never looked so far. Just close your eyes and run Matthew he thought to himself just close your eyes and run
This is my first stab at writing the origins of The Marvellous Family. I hope people like it as Ive never really wrote anything before, so constructive criticism would be welcomed.
CHAPTER ONE
A Humble Begining
The atmosphere in the changing room at Paragon City University was intense. Muscle bound jocks were going through there paces , completing there last minute warm ups. Proud parents stood by there side providing encouraging support and words of wisdom. It was hard to tell who was the proudest the fathers or the sons.
Ok son this is your big chance to make a name for yourself announced Lord Marvellous so anyone in earshot could hear. But father Im no athlete protested the timid boy in front of him please dont make me do this, Ive never run a race in my life
Nonsenses Junior our family has a long history with this academy and a reputation to uphold in this event Lord Marvellous proudly retorted making sure the whole changing room heard it will be the making of you boy!
Im not doing it father stammered Junior I dont want to run in this stupid race ,if its that important, then you run the damm thing
Ping Pong Could the participants in todays main event the 100 meter gold ribbon event, please make there way to the running track immediately the robotic voice from the PA system crackled.
There you go Matthew, get out there boy chop chop, make your old man proud Lord Marvellous boasted as he walked to the changing room exit. Did you not hear a word I said father. Im not running this silly race Matthew yelled after his father.
Look boy I called in many a favour with the college principle to get you in this race the boys father angrily snapped, his voice booming round the now empty changing room. Your mother would be very disappointed with you Junior, god rest her soul.
The announce system sprung into life once more Ping Pong This is the final call for Matthew Marvellous Junior, final call for Matthew Marvellous Junior, please report to running track immediately.
Dont bring my mother into this , fine Ill run your stupid race screamed Mathew as he stormed out the changing room, kicking a half drunk energy drink as he passed his father. Thats the spirit boy Lord Marvellous called after his son.
Down on the track the air was filled with anticipation, a cooling Mid July breeze blew across the sun baked cinder track was refreshing compared to the stuffy confine of the changing room..
Yes and you are? enquired the race official as Matthew approached M Marvellous he snappily replied still angry from the run in with his father. No need to take that tone with me young man, replied the official as he handed Matthew his number youre the one whos late
Muttering to him self Matthew nervously walked over to the starting line whilst struggling to get the oversized number 8 to stay on his shirt.
Heres your starting blocks sonny, you will have to set them yourself. said another official as he thrust the blocks into Matthews hands.
What the hell am I doing here, and what am I supposed to do with these thought Matthew as he struggled with the starting blocks. you need some help with those sniggered the boy in the next lane. No thanks Matthew angrily replied as he rose to his feet I dont think I will even bother with them
Competitors take your positions shouted the starter. The noise from the crowd died down.
Take your marks . Matt could her the twitter and sniggers of the crowd as he positioned himself for a standing start. He glanced to his right and saw his father angrily shaking his head
Set announced the starter.
Matt turned his focus to the track, 100 metres had never looked so far. Just close your eyes and run Matthew he thought to himself just close your eyes and run
Crack went the starters pistol.
To be continued .....