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    Vince's Workshop
    Vince's Workshop
    Vince's Workshop
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    Vince's Workshop

    By Paul Amdahl

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    Henry's uncle Vince disappears leaving only his wheel chair behind. There is absolutely no where Vince could have gone. He hasn't been able to move his legs since he was a kid and that was a bazillion years ago. Henry explores Vince's workshop searching for answers and most importantly, Vince. You'll never guess where he finds him or what else he finds at the same time. Let's just say there is more to this workshop than anyone would guess.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Amdahl
    Release dateMar 11, 2017
    ISBN9780692834473
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      Vince's Workshop - Paul Amdahl

      Vince’s Workshop

      By

      Paul Amdahl

      Chapter One

      Henry’s stomach knotted as he boarded the yellow bus that would take him to his new school. The bus driver looked him over as he climbed up the steps.

      You Henry Carkle? she snapped.

      Yes, Henry replied quietly.

      Well, get in. She swung the lever that closed the bus door before he was even up the big black slotted steps.

      He walked a few steps searching for an open seat as the bus lurched ahead causing him to stumble. Henry made a move to sit next to a nice looking girl.

      Don’t even think about sitting next to her, hissed a girl across the aisle.

      Henry kept moving. Most of the seats were filled with at least one occupant and he desperately wanted to find something towards the front. He knew from a lifetime of experience changing schools that the cool kids sat in the back and the cool kids were the worst.

      There was one seat that shone like a star from the heavens, empty. Henry, determined and relieved, quickly moved towards it. With each step he had to shut out the comments of the kids.

      Hey nice shoes, Kmart,

      I think you want the small bus, you know, for the ‘special’ kids,

      Taken,

      Saved,

      Henry couldn‘t believe his luck, that there was one seat left. His relief nose-dived as he realized the reason it remained empty. Most of the seat was covered in mustard and mayonnaise from someone’s smashed lunch. Henry had committed to the spot and sat down near the aisle to avoid most of the mess. He heard the boy in the seat across from him joke about sitting on a sandwich. Henry hoped that most of the bus was unaware of his ordeal.

      The next stop brought even more trouble. As the bus pulled up to the curb Henry saw a big kid push a smaller kid to the ground.

      Looks like Jeff Zuckerman is at it again, said a girl two seats in front of Henry. Every school Henry transferred to invariably had a Jeff Zuckerman. A bully whose slow wits made him mean and humongous size made him dangerous. Henry always tried to stay as far from these kids as possible but it was like he was the north pole and they were compasses pointing right at him. Maybe this time would be different.

      Jeff Zuckerman boarded the bus with the confidence of a bull fighter and swaggered down the aisle eyeballing every kid as he passed. Everyone looked away or out the window and tried to avoid his challenging gaze.

      He stopped when he got to Henry.

      You’re in my seat, he said menacingly.

      But, Henry stammered.

      No buts about it, said Jeff. Get up.

      Henry wanted to explain that there was mustard smeared on the seat but Jeff stared right into his eyes. Henry quickly got up and scurried into the seat across the aisle. The red haired boy he was forced to sit by scooted towards the window to make room, anxious to avoid calling Jeff’s attention. Jeff Zuckerman didn’t even look at the messy seat as he swung his big frame down. As the bus pulled away and Jeff adjusted his backpack, he noticed that he was sitting in a bright yellow glob of goo. He didn’t say anything. He just turned and faced Henry. Jeff’s eyes were angry slits and he made a fist with his hand. Henry swallowed and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. First days in a new school were always tough but this time he wasn’t sure he would even make it to the school.

      In the classroom Henry met his homeroom teacher Mrs. Fields, a lady with a old fashioned hairdo and way too much flowery perfume on. She seemed to be teaching from her own little world oblivious to the machinations of the kids in the back row. Henry split his attention between watching the clock and surveying the room. Near the windows stood an aquarium containing a medium sized turtle. All of Henry’s schools had an aquarium of some sort by the window. Some housed hamsters and some frogs or fish, one even had a snake. Henry thought, I know how you feel buddy, as he watched the turtle stare out the window longingly.

      A bell announced recess and the children bustled eagerly to get their coats out of the square wooden coat holder. Henry patiently waited at the back of the mob. A little girl with her hair in pigtails, pulled Henry’s coat out of its cubby hole.

      Ooh, nice coat Courtney, one of the other kids said to her sarcastically.

      It’s not mine! said Courtney, insulted. She dropped the coat onto the linoleum floor and the kids clamored out the classroom door to the playground. Henry picked up his coat and put it back into the cubby hole. He followed the last of the kids outside without his coat on.

      Recess allowed Henry to do his own thing. He shuffled along the back fence where he could be alone. When would this day end? And even when it did, then he had to go over to his great uncle Vince’s to help him with chores. Henry searched the ground for anything interesting along where the concrete met the gravel. He found things all the time, pennies usually. Grown ups were too busy to bother looking down as they walked and the other kids usually were playing ball or something.

      Henry spotted a roly-poly bug racing across the cement. Well, ‘racing‘ for a roly-poly. Henry watched the little critter and didn’t notice all the other kids going back inside. When he looked up he was alone. He’d thought that another loud bell would announce the end of recess, but maybe a teacher waved the kids in and didn’t notice him standing over by the sidewalk staring at a bug on the ground.

      Henry ran back towards the school. The windows to the classrooms were covered with a reflective film so he couldn’t see inside. Each of the doors looked the same and he realized that he didn’t know which door led back to his homeroom. Henry felt his heart beat fast as he realized that he was in for a really embarrassing moment. He hoped he didn’t open the door to a sixth grade class. This couldn’t be any worse. He thought about leaving school for the day. He could tell his parents what happened and they would understand. But there would always be tomorrow and he would have to face the same kids again. Just then Mrs. Fields opened a door and shouted at him to get inside. Perhaps the kids would think that he was trying to take a long recess and not that he was lost. He played it cool and pretended to be annoyed at being caught.

      After another agonizing ride on the school bus Henry walked up to his new house. It was strange to think of it as his. He had to scrutinize it to make sure it was the right one. He was sure, but he liked to be doubly sure. He recognized the cement bird feeder that was sinking into the lawn on one side. Once he saw the spider web in the ivy covered living room window he knew he was home.

      Inside, his mother was still busy unpacking cardboard boxes. The house looked even messier than when he’d left for school. He followed the sound of his dad’s voice to the kitchen.

      What do you mean no trash service until next Monday? What are we supposed to do with our trash? his dad said into the phone.

      His dad winked at him and put his hand over the phone’s mouthpiece while Henry set his backpack on the kitchen counter.

      Glad to see you made it through the first day, Tiger.

      Sitting on a stack of boxes rested his dad’s coffee cup. He always drank coffee and the white v-neck T-shirt that covered his pot belly was decorated with various coffee spills. Even though his hair stuck out in about a million places and his glasses were held together with noticeable tape, the guy on the other end of the phone would think he was talking to the president of some huge corporation by the way his dad handled himself at business.

      Henry smiled and went out to see his mom.

      Honey, hand me those scissors, she said pointing to the counter. She was cutting open a box marked ‘kitchen utensils’. She tucked her blond hair behind her ears.

      All this work is making me hungry. Once I find the wooden spoons and big pan I will start our dinner.

      Henry felt a twinge in his stomach. His mom was a great cook and he couldn’t wait for dinner. What time are we going to eat? Henry asked.

      After you get home from your great uncle Vince’s, she replied.

      What? Already? But we just moved here.

      I know but I told Vince that you would come by tonight to see what he is going to need you to do.

      "I don’t even want

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