How I Became The BetterWorld Kid!
Another Junior Chronicles Chronicle
by Robert Alan
(not yet illustrated)

 

INTRODUCTION. OVER HERE... IT'S ME!

Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's…

Hey, I was just kidding. I'm over here. It's me. Junior Chronicles. AKA, The BetterWorld Kid.

No. I'm not flying at the moment, but of course, I could if I wanted to. It's no biggie. I can leap tall buildings in a quarter of a bound. And speeding locomotives - I'm faster than the fastest superfast souped-up-spacecraft.

And why not. I've got powers. I don't know what you call powers greater than 'super powers' but that's the kind I've got. But you know all that about me, The BetterWorld Kid, already, so…

Huh. Oh, you don't know. Really?

The BetterWorld Kid. Doesn't ring a bell? Okay. You know about my awesome superpower, though, right? I'm just the world's biggest daydreamer. Thank you very much.

And… not just the WORLD'S biggest daydreamer. The biggest daydreamer in the universe!

Eh… not just in the UNIVERSE, but in all of time and space in this and every other dimensional universe. Ring a bell yet?

No? Really! You don't get out much, I guess.

I've been the Number One Agent for the Trans-Universal-BetterWorld Council since the Fifth Grade. That was ages ago! I'm 13 already. Well, almost. I've been on hundreds of cases. Solved the global climate crisis. Ended world hunger. Fixed the global financial crisis. Cured every disease. Brought world peace. Ring a bell yet?

Nothing?

Oh. Oops. I guess that was a different universe, come to think of it. Yours probably still has a couple of those problems left to tackle. That's why you're looking at me kind of strange. Okay.

Hmm. Now that I take a look around, looks like you've still got quite a few problems here that need taking care of.

Yikes. There's so much to be done here … Wonder what assignment I've daydreamed myself into now. Hang on a sec. Just going to sit back and get a little comfortable, so I can daydream a line to the old Trans-Universal-BetterWorld Council and find out what my mission's going to be this time.

Okay, here goes. Making contact. Calling the Trans-Universal BetterWorld Council. Calling the BetterWorld Council…

Whoa! Did you hear that? What was that crashing sound?!!!.

Oh, it's nothing. Just my family and friends making a crash landing in our Yodel Bus. Either Dad's driving, or else I daydreamed them here a little too enthusiastically.

Uh oh. Judging by the looks they're all giving me, looks like it was my bad. But, what else is new. Just the price you've got to pay when you're a major daydreamer, like me. Not that there is any other daydreamer like me. Or ever will be or…

"Junior, what are you doing here?"

That's my Mom.

"I'll be right there, Guys." Mom would rather I didn't daydream so much on account of every time I do, we all end up yodeling to a different time, space or other dimensional universe. Well, I do anyway. They usually have to pack up the Yodel Bus and come looking for me.

And they usually arrive practically at the end of one of my awesome adventures. After I've righted some terrible wrong of course.

Although sometimes, I must admit, I do end up needing their help. Just a little.

Or at times like this, they get daydreamed into the beginning of my adventure by yours truly. Accidentally, of course.

But any way you slice it, they're usually not so happy that they have to pick up their lives and start all over again sometime or someplace else. Cause once I yodel us, there's no going back.

"Junior, who are you talking to?"

That's my Dad. He's a big daydreamer, too. He's had all kinds of daydreaming adventures, once upon a time. Or so he says. Supposedly they're all chronicled in a five-book trilogy. But since I'm not allowed to read anything that isn't G or PG-rated, they haven't let me read any of his Chronicles.

"I'm talking to the Readers, Dad."

"Oooh. Are we in another adventure? Yippee. Hey Guys, we're in another Junior Chronicles chronicle."

"Yippee…"

"Yappee…"

"Yahooie…"

Oy. That's my family and friends and their families. My Mom and Dad. You met them.

My big sister Ellie.

My best friends Artie & Merle. Artie's parents Barney and Betty.

Merle's parents, Mike and Annie.

Flora, our amazing black-belted housekeeper-slash-fortune teller.

And of course Sly and Muffy. Muffy's our family cat. She's the smartest in our little group. Speaks eighteen languages fluently. And man can she knit a yarn ball! Sly's her husband, a sunglassed motorcycle-riding Cool Cat. That Dude can hotwire anything.

And their kitten, that's Six-Pack. He has a tendency to bounce himself into six kittens when he gets excited. Like he's doing now that he knows we're in for an adventure.

"And what about us?"

Oh, sorry, Little Shadow. I didn't see you, there. You were standing in the shadows. Yeah, so last but not least, Little Shadow and his parents Shadow and Shadowette.

Shadow's parents are supposedly amalgamations of the primary essence of my Dad and Merle's Mom.

Don't worry. I have no idea what that means, either. Just another one of the crazy stories they tell us are from my Dad's Chronicles. I don't even bother asking anymore, and I'd advise you to do the same.

I just know that Little Shadow's one of my best friends, and that's all that really matters.

So, there you have it. The cast for my new adventure.

So, what am I doing here in your universe? There are so many things that aren't right here. I have no idea where to begin.

"LUCKY FOR YOU, I'M HERE!"

Did you hear that, too?

Uggh. I was afraid so. It's an annoying snail who's holding a book that I'm pretty sure has this very Chronicle in it. And he's making red notations in it with his antennae. While he rolls his eyes at me.

He does this in all of our other chronicled adventures, too. He always insists he's my 'Editor.' He's a snail. But what do I know. I'm just the BetterWorld Kid.

HANG ON THERE, JUNIOR. WHAT'S ALL THIS YOU SAID ABOUT ENDING WORLD HUNGER AND BRINGING WORLD PEACE, AND WHO DID YOU SAY MADE YOU THE BETTERWORLD KID?

"Um. Isn't it in your book, there?"

"I DON'T SEE IT, JUNIOR. I'M FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT IT WASN'T IN ANY OF THE OTHER CHRONICLES YOU'VE CHRONICLED. NOT ANY OF THE EARLY BOOKS YOU DID WITH THAT WEIRD ALIEN KID, PEACE DUDE. NOT IN 'THE DREAM ACADEMY.' NOT IN 'THE BETTERWORLD SHOW,' 'KING OF THE UNIVERSE' OR EVEN 'PEACE WIZARD' WHICH COMES OUT NEXT FALL.

"Um. Wasn't it in between the…"

IT WASN'T IN ANY OF THE FIVE CHRONICLES IN YOUR CRAZY DAD'S TRILOGY. OR IN ANY OF THE FOOD CHANNEL CHRONICLES YOUR MOM CHRONICLED. OR YOUR SISTER'S CHRONICLE, 'REALITY CHECK.' OR FLORA'S BLOG. OR…

Okay, I get it! But honest it really happened. The Trans-Universal BetterWorld Council really did make me their Number One Agent assigned to right all the wrongs of all time, space and every other dimensional universe.

You see, it all started when I was minding my own business trying to do my math homework, and this really strong daydream started coming on…

OH BOY. I'VE GOT A MAJOR HEADACHE COMING ON. HOLD ON A SECOND JUNIOR. SAVE IT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. THAT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR THIS ONE….OY VAY. THIS IS ONLY THE INTRODUCTION…

BUT, HMMM, NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, THESE NEXT CHAPTERS ARE STARTING TO TAKE SHAPE. AND THEY DO LOOK KIND OF INTERESTING. WOW. EXCITING EVEN. I THINK I'M GOING TO LIKE EDITING THIS BOOK AFTER ALL!

OKAY, TAKE IT AWAY, JUNIOR…

 

1. DAYDREAMING WITH MY PEEPS

Okay, so I was having this awesome daydream with my favorite daydream buddies. Me and Mahatma, Martin, and Teresa were skateboarding on this new course I'd daydreamed up.

You know, the one where we push off down the side of that prehistoric volcano, do some radical loops under and over and through the legs of a roaring T-Rex and hang one over a medieval castle's firey mote with arrows flying all around us, and catch a ride off the back of warp-speeding-drag racing souped-up spacecrafts.

It was so totally cool and Teresa really showed us a move or two at the end with some inverted cross-over-loops…she's a tiny lady but she can practically fly…

Oh, sorry, anyway, it was an awesome daydream and we were chilling with ice cold drinks while we watched the playback together on the 200 foot plasma screen I'd daydreamed us up.

You know, the usual stuff me and my peeps like to do.

Anyway, I was trying to enjoy the moment, but I've got this daydreaming problem, as you probably know by now. And I couldn't help daydreaming during that awesome daydreaming moment.

Problem was, my daydream strayed back to stuff in my real life. Stuff I'd learned in class that day that made me think I like to daydream a lot because the world isn't in that great a shape. You know, pollution and wars and famines and global climate change kind of stuff…

Errrg… Naturally I snapped myself out of that daydream as soon as I realized where my thoughts had strayed. But my friends couldn't help notice the tear that clung to my eyelash. And they made me spill the beans.

"I don't know. Sometimes I just wonder where it's all going. You know if there's a point to it all…" I sighed.

"I just feel like I want to do something to make it better. But I don't know what I can do. And it's crazy… sometimes I have this strange feeling that there's some secret plan going on behind the scenes… Like there's some secret society working throughout time to make the future brighter… Eh… I'm sorry, I know it sounds crazy…"

To be perfectly honest, I expected them to cheer me up with some inspiring words of wisdom. They always know just what to say.

Like I was sure Martin was going to say, "Everyone can be great, because everyone can serve…"

And Teresa was going to say something like, "It's not how much you do but how much love you put in the doing."

And Mahatma - he's got a million things he says, but his old standby "Be the change you wish to see in the world," always picks me up.

But when I looked over at my daydream buddies I saw that they were speechless, with their mouths hanging open. And their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads.

Teresa blinked, stood on her tippie-toes and whispered into Mahatma's ear, who tippie-toe-leaned up to Martin's ear. They all nodded together.

"Junior," Teresa said looking up into my eyes, "there's something you should know…"

Whoa. They told me there really was exactly what I'd imagined going on!

They were part of this secret society of BetterWorld Agents, who were helping humanity evolve into a kinder, gentler, more peaceful human race.

And they thought it would be a good time to meet the Trans-Universal BetterWorld Council, because they wanted to recommend me to become one of their agents.

I don't have to tell you, I felt like I was ten feet tall. This really was some kind of wonderful daydream.

That's what I was thinking when all the bad guys I'd ever heard of, from history, and books, comics, movies and TV, started popping up out of the ground like weeds. They sure were nasty and mean looking. And they were all heading straight for us.

"Quick," Martin shouted. Jump on the Peace Train.

"Eh, what Peace Train?" I started to gasp, when I noticed the shiny silver train right next to us that was starting to pull away.

And standing in the open doorway with their hands reaching out towards us were none other than Johnny, Abraham, Cèsar and Eleanor, some more of my favorite daydream buddies.

Mahatma, Teresa, Martin and I started running alongside the train and reached up to our friends' outstretched hands.

"Jump!" Mahatma called and we did. We made it inside just in time as the hordes of bad guys had reached us.

...to be continued...

 

Not yet illustrated.

© 2009 Robert Alan
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