All Chapters of Welcome To The Mystery Land: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oh my God! Baby are you still alive Don't leave me, you are the most important thing in my life! "I screamed, ran down the stairs and leaned down to my darling.My sanctuary was on the floor, the display was completely cracked. No chance of resuscitation.After this one, my dad wouldn't buy me another one. As dumb as I was, I unfortunately destroyed my cell phones quite often.Frustrated and with a theatrical sigh, I sat lonely on the last step.     Today the usual summer heat had settled over the area; the sun was glowing and the only thing you could do in this heat was to hide in the house or jump in the pool, which I liked a lot better.When I was bored, I didn't think twice about who to call and so I went straight down to our landline phone. I dialed Lacey's number there. "Yeah?" Grumbled an exasperated voice from the receiver on the other end of the line."It's me," I said and twisted my mouth into a grin, h

All right. The summer vacation ends tomorrow and originally you wanted to go to the university in Phoenix, but it's just something ... well ..." ordinary "and in my opinion you deserve a little ...""Get to the point, Dad. I'm going to Phoenix because my friends are there and because the school is a bit" upscale ".""That's exactly what I'm about! You will go to another university. I-""WHAT?", I interrupted him screeching. "What do you mean?""You will go to college in Montana, or rather near Montana. The college is called Rosewood, this school is special and only meant for exceptional students."Exceptional? Aha, exceptionally intelligent, exceptionally stupid, exceptionally different? That doesn't sound nice to me!""Apryl. Please listen to me for at least a second. We both know that you have no business in a normal school," my dad said."Is that why you are sending me to a boarding school for idiots and psychos?""Apryl, co

The car will pull up in half an hour, you should get ready slowly," my father reminded me, who had a whole bunch of these sweet temptations on his plate.I just grumbled in a bad mood, got up and left the plate where it was. Let my dad put it away, after all, I wasn't the one who was so obsessed with order.Only now did I realize that I had fallen into my dad's trap: the pancakes. He tried to apologize with a wonderful breakfast for simply sending me to Montana without even including me. And unfortunately this plan worked, my father was really dangerous. When my father felt guilty about something, he would pull out all the stops and do anything for me. The main thing is that he no longer had a guilty conscience. That was its weak point, which I of course recognized immediately, and of course I had often exploited it for my own purposes. For example, a year ago, in the summer, we wanted to fly to the Bahamas. However, my father had something business intervened and unfo

Several hours later, Rosewood finally came into view. It looked exactly like the picture, only that it was now a different season.We drove over the drawbridge, which really existed, through a large gate and then into a small courtyard. Now we drove on past a large building until we came to many small houses that were close together. Presumably these were the accommodations where the students were accommodated.The car stopped in front of one of the white little houses, Steve got out and slammed the door. He went to my car door and opened it. Like the Queen, I got out and examined my new surroundings, it looked like a fairy tale. You just had that medieval feeling here, which was somehow something very special.Steve took my suitcases, dragged them to the little house and set them down in front of the door. I followed him and looked at him expectantly.He took a kind of master key out of his trouser pocket, opened the front door and went in with my suitca

Let's assume that's true. What kind of ability should I have then? Reading minds or something like that?""You have to know that every talent is special. The gift of reading minds already existed. I can't think of his name, but I'm sure that he was a famous physicist of his time," he mused."What ability do you have?" I asked."My talent is the ability to adapt.", He said, which made me wonder again. Adaptability? Like a chameleon?"Can you prove it to me?" I asked cheekily, but after all I wanted some solid evidence here too.The director nodded understandingly and went to his aquarium in the corner of the room. Only two fat goldfish swam their rounds in it. He just stuck his head in the water and instead of ears he grew gills on his sides. Small, iridescent scales appeared on his skin. The gills opened and closed. He could actually breathe underwater?Fascinated, I watched him really adaptWhen he pulled his head out of the aquarium