Authors: Z. Fraillon
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By Zana Fraillon
Illustrations by Simon Swingler
Monstrum House: Locked In
published in 2010 by
Hardie Grant Egmont
85 High Street
Prahran, Victoria 3181, Australia
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Text copyright Â© 2010 Zana Fraillon
Illustration and design copyright Â© 2010 Hardie Grant Egmont
Design and illustrations by Simon Swingler
Typeset by Ektavo
Printed in Australia by McPherson's Printing Group
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To Mani and the Racing Snail
Jasper McPhee stared at the school principal's car. He smiled. He had done a good job. âOne last finishing touch,' he said to himself as he shoved a banana skin in the car's tailpipe. âPerfect.'
Jasper wished he had brought his phone. It would have been great to take a picture.
He'd found some seriously gross stuff. The car was stuffed full of half-eaten sandwiches, rotting orange peel, old nappies and other bits of rubbish. Fat, maggoty flies thudded against the windows. It had taken a long time, and about twenty bags of rubbish, but finally he had finished.
Jasper wiped his hands on his jeans and turned around.
The smile froze on his face.
His principal was standing there. His face was the darkest shade of red Jasper had ever seen it â and he had seen it get pretty red before.
He deserves it for being such a snob,
Jasper was used to kids giving him a hard time about his mum's job, but there was no way he was going to let the principal get away with it. As far as Jasper was concerned, his mum being a garbo was pretty cool. She got to drive a truck and be home in time to take his little sisters to school. Before she got the job as a rubbish collector, his mum had done shift work and it was left to Jasper to get his sisters to school. Now that they got to see more of her, everyone was happier.
Looking at the principal's beetroot-red face, Jasper knew he was a goner. And in the first week back at school! He couldn't explain his way out of this one. At least he didn't have anything to lose.
âWho needs a garbo now, sir?
Jasper grinned, and ran for it.
âThe Monstrum House School for Troubled Children,' said the man from the Department of Education as he handed Jasper's mum a smart-looking flyer. She looked stunned.
âIt's his only choice. Three schools in just over a year is
a good record,' the man said sniffily. He straightened his suit and glanced around the shabby apartment.
Jasper had heard it all before, but this time it was worse. His mum looked at him, and he realised she'd already made the decision.
âMum, it's a
school,' Jasper pleaded, â
a boarding school.'
âBasically,' the man continued, ignoring Jasper, âit is this or nothing. And
usually leads to jail, Mrs McPhee. Monstrum House starts back next week, so Jasper will still make it for the start of the school year. Enrolment has now closed, but given the
the principal has kindly agreed to accept Jasper.'
Jasper's mum sat down. She sighed.
âAs I'm sure you're aware,' said the man, âthe first twelve months are compulsory. After that time, students may be welcomed back into the standard school system, or they may be â er, invited â to stay on at Monstrum House.'
Jasper went cold as his mum looked at the man from the Department of Education, and sadly nodded her head.
The gravel crunched under the tyres as Jasper's mum drove slowly up the driveway.
âIt'll be great!' his mum said, but Jasper didn't believe it for a second. She had a bright smile plastered on her face, but the night before he thought he'd heard her crying.
Jasper knew he would hate Monstrum House, but here they were anyway. And there was nothing he could do about it.
As the car turned around the final bend in the driveway, Jasper felt his guts clench into a tight ball. His guts knew. His guts always knew when he was in trouble. They had twisted into knots when older, tougher kids had bullied him and his sisters at his other schools. They had jumped whenever a school principal uttered the word âexpelled'. And they were telling him something awful now.
âThis is not good,' Jasper muttered to himself as the Monstrum House mansion came into view.
âIt's a great building, isn't it?' said his mum in a voice that was way too bright.
An old stone mansion rose up before them, its turrets reaching into the sky. Flags flew from the turrets, and the plate-glass windows twinkled in the sun. âIt will certainly be a change from our flat, anyway,' she said. âIt looks like something out of a fairytale.'
Jasper didn't reply. He
that fairytales weren't real. The school was impressive, but there was something mean about it too. As soon as they drove through the iron gates with the school emblem above them, Jasper felt trapped. He shuddered.
âIt won't be so bad,' said Jasper's mum. âIt may look strict, but you will get to learn all sorts of new skills. Things you would never have dreamt of. And it's only for a year. Maybe you'll even
it. You might decide that you
to stay longer.'
There was no chance of that. A military school was not Jasper's idea of fun. But he supposed that was the point.
The car pulled up and Jasper looked at the mansion through the window. âNext birthday, I'll be happy with a book,' he said dryly.
His mum grinned. Jasper had almost died when he heard that his first day at Monstrum House fell on his thirteenth birthday.
âAt least the uniform's cool,' his mum said.
The Monstrum House School
for Troubled Children
Jasper didn't point out that anything
thought was cool couldn't actually
cool, but he had to admit, it was the best uniform he'd had so far.
âBlack trackie daks and a brown hoodie!' his mum said. âYou can't get better than that.' She reached over and gave him a big goodbye hug. âSee you in a year. Your sisters and I will miss you. Make sure you write whenever you can.'
Jasper nodded and gave her the card that he had made the night before. She always had sore feet, so he'd drawn a cartoon of her on the front, relaxing with her feet in a tub of water.