From The Crazy Chicken Escapade

It started out as a great day, as normal. What would not make a nice summer day so great? One would assume that the only thing to make a summer day not so great would be the menacing rain cloud that normally lurks behind the sun. Rain was not on the radar today, so that was a sign that today would be well spent doing something productive. And Dacston knew that he had company today.

Two acquaintances of the dinosaurs’, who go by the names of Jack Enjille and Angela, were coming over for coffee hour. Or, in Andrew’s case, tea hour. He is not a huge fan of coffee. And, for that matter, neither are David or Levi.

Andrew remembered Jack Enjille and Angela from the journey to Galavanti Island when he visited the dinosaurs with his siblings. David and Levi, however, had no idea who Jack Enjille and Angela were at this time. But they would possibly get to meet them today.

It was now noon, and the two guests were going to be here any time. The three boys made sweet and sour chicken and rice for lunch, while they were waiting for the party to get started. Then, just as David, Andrew, and Levi were setting the table, there was a knock on the door. Valpatic opened the door and let the two guests inside.

“Hello, good people,” Jack Enjille greeted at the front door.
“Hello,” said Dacston and Jokie in unison.
“My name is Jack Enjille, and this is my partner in crime, Angela.”
“Pleased to meet you all,” said Angela.
“So, what brings you to Galavanti Island on this glorious day, besides coming to our humble abode?” Dacston asked the two guests.
“Well, we are looking for a place to put our strawberry lemonade business. Today is the first day that we would operate.”
“Hopefully somewhere shady,” Jack remarked.
“And somewhere that has benches. We’d like people to stay a little longer than normal.”
“Because of how amazing strawberry lemonade is?” Valpatic asked.
“Yes, and they will want more strawberry lemonade!”

Before lunch, Jack Enjille and Angela brought out their ingredients and made their own strawberry lemonade in the kitchen. Five minutes passed quickly, and they brought out a delicate pitcher of the delightful lemonade. The table was already set, and everyone decided to have lunch now. While everyone was at the table, eating their delicious sweet and sour chicken with rice, they did not make any conversation; that was how hungry they all were. Not even the world “my” was said for the next fifteen minutes.

Then, after those fifteen minutes passed, David, Andrew, and Levi found themselves cleaning up. Dacston and Valpatic talked to Jack Enjille about his potential business. Jokie and Sammy decided to take a dip in the pool. After the table was cleaned up, and the dishes were put away, Andrew and Levi decided to do what they often do: play classic video games. David wanted to have some time to himself and go on a walk. And Angela fell asleep. With her head up in a weird position.

“Angela is a weird lady,” Levi noted.
“Because of her hair?” Andrew questioned.
“Indeed.”
“I realized. Her hair is orange when she is awake, and then it turns to purple when she is sleeping. She is like a chameleon.”
“Wow. I never noticed that,” Levi remarked.
“I thought it was pretty interesting,” Andrew stated.
“To change the subject….where’s David?”
“Good question.”
“I just realized he wasn’t here.”
“I did as well.”

Fifteen minutes later, Andrew and Levi were hoping to do something out of the ordinary. They had known that David had gone for a walk, but they thought that he might have come back by now. Then again, maybe not. The two boys decided to go and try to find him. They also noticed that Dacston, Valpatic, and Jack Enjille were gone, so the strawberry lemonade business was probably going to launch today. Angela, of course, was still sleeping; her hair was purple, and she was still in the same awkward position.

Andrew and Levi had walked around the area for a few minutes, and there was no sign of David. They weren’t quite sure where to look beyond where they were. However, they saw a walking path near a bush, so they decided to take that walking path as far as it could go in hopes of finding their friend. While walking on the path, they heard the distinct sound of a person’s feet hitting the pavement in a fast pace. Then, that same person tagged Andrew and Levi on the shoulders. When the two boys turned around to see who would do such a thing….

Andrew and Levi both realized it was David. They were obviously relieved.

“David! Where were you?!” Levi asked their friend.
“Oh, I got a strawberry lemonade from a vendor,” David said.
“What?! Where are they? I want one!”
“I want one, too!” Andrew exclaimed.
“The vendor is right around the corner,” said David.
“We should go over and get ourselves one. Come to think of it, I’m pretty thirsty,” Levi remarked.
“We can go over there if you’d like.”
“Sweet!”
“Like a strawberry lemonade!”
“Good one, David. Good one.”

After laughing at that joke, the three boys ran as quickly as they could to the same strawberry lemonade vendor. It really wasn’t that far away from where they were, so what the heck? It was summer anyway, and high school freshmen could have a little childish fun, now couldn’t they? David, Andrew, and Levi decided to race each other to the vendor, which was perhaps a half-mile away. The three boys were all having quite a lot of fun on their way to get some strawberry lemonade, and it was moments like these that made summer amazing.

Before they knew it, David, Levi, and Andrew had made it to the strawberry lemonade vendor. Andrew had won the race to get here, and so he definitely felt the need to celebrate his victory. Even though David and Levi did not win, they still wanted a strawberry lemonade as well. All three boys wanted something refreshing, and this would definitely do the trick. Upon arriving at the vendor, they noticed some familiar faces, including Dacston’s, Valpatic’s, Jack Enjille’s, and….Angela’s? She must have woken up from her awkward nap. And her hair was a reddish orange again.

“What will it be for you boys?” Angela asked the three boys.
“I was actually here a few minutes ago,” David remarked.
“Two strawberry lemonades, for me and my buddy, Andrew,” Levi said, somehow sounding like his dad.
“Two strawberry lemonades coming up. Oh, and by the way, today is the day when all strawberry lemonades are on the house. Just consider yourselves lucky that you came today,” Angela explained.
“Sweet!” Andrew exclaimed.
“Like a strawberry lemonade,” Levi remarked, making light of an old joke.
“Good one, Levi. Good one.”
“Our strawberry lemonades are free!”
“That is exciting, to say the least!”
“Your strawberry lemonades will be out in a jiffy,” Angela said to Andrew and Levi.

David, Andrew, and Levi did not wait two minutes for Angela to create the sweet and tangy goodness. Apparently the business had been booming on the first day. Even Jack Enjille was surprised at the turnout; then again, not quite shocked. He knew that, as a team, they could do a well enough job of strategizing and making sure their products were perfect. Andrew could hear Jack Enjille mumble the number 309.

That number probably meant the number of customers that they’ve had thus far. Not too bad for a few hours into the first day on the job. Dacston, Valpatic, and Jack Enjille were conversing about their success, while Angela gave the boys strawberry lemonade in green and red cups, Andrew’s and Levi’s favorite colors respectively. Incidentally, David’s strawberry lemonade was served in a blue cup, which happens to be his favorite color. After Andrew and Levi received their strawberry lemonades, they each took a sip.

“This strawberry lemonade is amazing,” Levi remarked to Andrew. David ordered himself a second helping.
“I know it is,” Andrew replied.
“There has to be a secret recipe or something.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing. What do you think it could be?”
“I’m not sure. What do you think it is?” Levi asked.
“I don’t know wha….wait. There’s a label on the cup that we were all unaware of,” Andrew remarked.
“Oh really. What does it say?”
“Hold on, brother!”
“Is it in small text?”
“It is, actually.”

The boys, being as curious as they always have been, decided to take a look at the label. Levi squinted at the small text until he could really make out what it said. Then, Andrew followed suit, realizing the same thing as Levi. David was just enjoying his own strawberry lemonade. The only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy the strawberry lemonade while on a seemingly fictitious island and then go swimming in a nearby lake. However, Andrew and Levi had their own priorities straight. They really wanted to know what the label said, and they were going to do whatever they set their mind to do. David would eventually, but he just wanted to live in the moment. Andrew and Levi wanted to find out for themselves what the label said, and then they would live in the moment. After spending all but five minutes squinting eyes and trying to concentrate on reading the label, the two interested boys somehow laughed to themselves.

“That’s interesting,” Levi remarked after he and Andrew read the label.
“David, did you know that there is a label on the cup that gives us the recipe to make this strawberry lemonade?” Andrew asked their friend.
“No, I didn’t know that,” David replied.
“Well, there is. See for yourself.”
“It was very good, though.”

The three kids finished their strawberry lemonades, and then they decided to run back to Dacston’s humble abode. Why not, even though it might not have been the best idea in mind? Oh well, the three boys just wanted to have some competition amongst themselves. David and Levi took a few puffs on their inhalers, while Andrew was waiting patiently. Then, he started off without the two asthmatics, who soon ran after him.

The three boys were screaming and shouting and just having a crazy time. They probably ran a good half-mile at least. Maybe even more than that, but the time just passed very quickly. However, the half-mile that they had gone had taken them a different route and away from Dacston’s house. What the heck. David, Andrew, and Levi were having some childish fun, even though they’re nearly fifteen years old, so they just wanted to live in the moment. However, after running as quickly as they could for a few minutes, they all grew very tired, and they all stopped to take a breather.

“My heart’s pounding,” Andrew remarked.
“My heart’s pounding, too,” Levi said.
“My heart’s pounding, three,” David stated.
“How’s everyone doing, though?” Andrew asked.
“Fine, I think. I don’t want to run back to the house. My ankle’s sore,” Levi replied.
“I’m sore all over,” David said plainly.

The three kids did not try to run back to Dacston’s house because they weren’t quite sure where they were. However, they saw a strip mall across the street from a park where they found themselves. There were eight businesses in that strip mall: Tomato’s Ice Cream Parlor, Tortellini’s Pizza Place, Tortilla’s Elote Shop, Toledo’s Chili Market, Tonelli’s Spaghetti Shop, Today’s Video Games, Toby’s Corned Beef Factory, and, last but not least, Bart’s Novelty Store. David, Andrew, and Levi saw a pattern in the names of the businesses until the very last one, but they only looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Businesses can come and go. And, then again, these businesses probably did well enough that they didn’t need to move elsewhere.

The three boys, being as curious as they always have been, decided to check out Today’s Video Games. There were probably some very good games in stock, even though they were most likely from….today, or at least in the present era. David, Andrew, and Levi did not run to the strip mall; they walked. They were very excited to see and possibly play the video games. Until a T-rex, a brachiosaurus, a velociraptor, and a stegosaurus, who were not Dacston and his comrades, stopped them right in their tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Selfish Arnie, the red T-rex shouted at the three boys.
“Uh, we’re going….uh….to the pizza place! Want to come with?” Andrew replied, feeling uneasy.
“No, sillyhead! There’s no pizza place around for another thirty minutes or so!”
“Then, what’s the name of that one place over there?” Levi asked, as he pointed toward Tortellini’s Pizza Place.
“That is Tomato’s Ice Cream Parlor, sillyhead.”
“Tomato’s Ice Cream Parlor is right next to Tortellini’s,” David remarked plainly.
“I don’t see a Tortellini’s anywhere. I see a Tomato’s Ice Cream Parlor and a Tortilla’s Elote Shop, among many others.”
“It’s right there.”

No one said anything for a few minutes. This was a very awkward moment for the dinosaurs, as well as the boys. Andrew knew Selfish Arnie and his comrades from a previous adventure in Galavanti Island, and, frankly, Dacston’s cousin is pretty….um….selfish. And, as a matter of fact, so were Bronco, the brachiosaurus, Spike, the stegosaurus, and Steve, the velociraptor. The boys were going to make another attempt at returning to Dacston’s house before Selfish Arnie and his comrades stopped them. Again.

​“Say, do you happen to know where Darveda went?” Bronco, the brachiosaurus, asked the boys.
Andrew pointed to the northwest.
“Thank you.”
“Wait. What do you need Darveda for?” David asked the menacing dinosaurs.
“We wanted to take the saxophones from the chicken community, since we lost all of Galavanti Island’s saxophones to my menacing cousin, Dacston,” Selfish Arnie boomed.
Moments later, Levi turned away from the dinosaurs and toward David and Andrew.
“We need to go back,” Levi told David and Andrew.

From The Crazy Chicken Escapade

Things were going slowly for Radcliffe, the chicken who was taken hostage by the evil guys, Darveda, Nelson, Hilda, and Bug. He was sitting in his quarters, watching some goofy cartoons, drinking English breakfast tea, and thinking about his fiancée.

He could really go for pepperoni pizza right now, but he didn’t want to eat a whole pizza by himself. Radcliffe wanted to have a pizza to share with everyone, because, after all, sharing is caring. However, he could smell the aroma of barbeque ribs from the other room.

Most assuredly, Darveda would be nice enough to offer him a few ribs. And some more English breakfast tea, even though it was right in the middle of the day.

Radcliffe heard the sound of footsteps coming toward his door. These footsteps sounded as if the person was dancing the tango. He was not quite sure, though, that the sounds of the footsteps coming toward his quarters would have been for a good reason anyway. Radcliffe decided to wait and see who was approaching him and what his or her motive was.

Moments later….

“Hello, Radcliffe,” Darveda greeted in a cunning manner. She offered him some barbeque ribs.
“Oh, uh, hello, Da-darveda,” Radcliffe stuttered, as he reluctantly accepted the barbeque ribs.
“How are you doing today?”
“Fine, fine, no thanks to you.”
“Well, you better be fine,” Darveda said with a smirk.
“Why? I already am,” Radcliffe remarked.
“We’re sparing your wife.”
“She’s my fiancée. We just got engaged two days ago.”
“We’re sending her to Italy.”
“Why?!”

Oh dear. Radcliffe’s fiancée could not be sent to ITALY! They had recently gotten engaged at the party before the chicken community was spread out across the supposedly fictitious islands.

Disclaimer: Wakahakai, Galavanti Island, and Texamilio are not fictitious islands.

But, why would Radcliffe’s fiancée be taken to Italy? That was a hard question for Radcliffe to comprehend. What else could there possibly be in Italy, besides spaghetti, the beautiful landscapes, and the ever-so-adored Vatican City?

A lot of things.

As Radcliffe was sipping his English breakfast tea, he heard a weird sound emanate from out of nowhere. He didn’t know what exactly to make of it, but it sounded very much like an old 1950’s style phone.

The problem was, though, that he could not find where the sound was coming from. So, the only thing that Radcliffe could do now was to find the phone and answer it, as long as he didn’t miss the call.

“RADCLIFFE! OH, RADCLIFFE! RADCLIFFE!” Hilda shouted as she ran into the room, nearly running into the door post.
“Yes, ma’am?” Radcliffe answered, surprisingly relaxed. To him, Hilda was the better of the two ladies.
“You’re being paged. You might want to answer on your end.”
“Where’s the phone? And who’s trying to call me?”
“The phone has to be in your room. Do you not see it?” Hilda questioned their captive.
“I hear it. I don’t see it,” Radcliffe informed.
“Oh dear. Darn Darveda. She always misplaces things, like the phone, the lamps, and one day she misplaced the drapes.”
“I’ll be darned.”
“Our mission is to make the captive feel comfortable inside his or her quarters. And we want to make sure that he or she has easy access to the phone.”
“I missed my call.”

And, sure enough, the phone stopped ringing. It was probably not all that important anyway, as Radcliffe’s fiancée would probably not know this phone number. The crazy chicken resumed his “morning regimen” by watching some movies on the relatively new TV, drinking English breakfast tea, thinking about his fiancée, and eating barbeque ribs.

Overall, this would have been a perfect morning, if he wasn’t held captive by Darveda and her henchmen. In most cases, captives would not have this amount of luxury in their room. However, this chicken had much luxury in his quarters, but he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying himself.

As Radcliffe was sipping his English breakfast tea, he suddenly heard a weird sound emanate from out of nowhere. He didn’t know what exactly to make of it, but it sounded very much like an old 1950’s style phone.

Chances were that the ringing sound came from the phone, which was not in sight.

The problem was, though, that he could not find where the sound was coming from. So, the only thing that Radcliffe could do now was to find the phone and answer it, as long as he didn’t miss the call.

“RADCLIFFE! OH, RADCLIFFE! RADCLIFFE!” Hilda shouted as she ran into the room, nearly running into the door post.
“Yes, ma’am?” Radcliffe answered, surprisingly relaxed. To him, Hilda was the better of the two ladies.
“You’re being paged. You might want to answer on your end.”
“Oh. I might want to.”

Radcliffe ran around the room like a chicken with his head cut off. He was not quite sure where exactly the phone would be. He’d take Hilda’s word for it, and find it in an unknown spot, probably not a good place to hide a phone. Especially since a phone can be an important means of communication, and Radcliffe would have liked to have some communication going on, so that he could be on his merry way back to the chicken community.

Ideally, everyone would be back together, and they would get on with their lives. Radcliffe did get engaged to Lisa Cluckerton, and he wanted to be with her at this very moment. As a matter of fact, he wanted to know for sure that she was not one of the chickens to be spread out to the other side of the island. As if that was too far away from him, but it wasn’t extremely close either.

The phone continued to ring, and Radcliffe eventually found it. Behind the drapes. He answered the phone, and he realized that this might be a trap. Radcliffe took things slowly and carefully.

“Hello? This is Radcliffe,” the chicken answered on his end.
“Hello. It’s me,” the voice replied.
“Who is me?”
“Well, you would be you. And I would be me. Simple as that.”
“But, should I call you ‘me?’ Or should I call you by your actual name?” Radcliffe questioned the voice.
“That is for you to figure out,” said the voice.
“Okay. This should not be harder than what you’re making it. Please. Tell me your name.”
“Oh, I can’t do that! It’s just me.”
“Okay? I will just call you ‘me.’”
“Oh, you can’t do that!”

Very interesting conversation on either line. Who is “me?” Surely not Radcliffe’s wife….er, fiancée, if one will. Unless “me” was an undercover agent trying to get ahold of a pizza man because he failed to give her the pizza that she ordered while aboard a ship with some pirates who were destined to steal the gold that is left in California from 20 some odd decades ago.

The odds are always in one’s favor, or not. Depends on the person.

It was pretty obvious that today was not Radcliffe’s day. First, he was held hostage at Darveda’s beautiful mansion; then, the chicken community was spread around the islands like butter on bread; Radcliffe’s wife….er, fiancée, was about to be sent to Italy; and Radcliffe had just finished a strange conversation on the phone with a strange person.

What is this world coming to? Could life get any stranger than this?

Probably.

Radcliffe just could not look on the bright side right now. However, that would pass eventually. When things would get back to normal. Even though this would probably be the case, in the present, Hilda somehow overheard the conversation and wanted to get a little nosy.

“Who was that on the phone?!” Hilda asked as she attempted to run into the room, but actually running into the door post this time.
“I don’t know. It sounded like a female. But she wouldn’t give me her name. She just said it was ‘me.’ But I do know for a fact that it was not Darveda,” Radcliffe responded.
“Darveda is not silly enough to play Phone Wars.”
“Or is she?”
“She’s a bit of a smart aleck, though,” Hilda replied.
“Really?” Radcliffe asked.
“Darveda loves to be the one who’s always right, and she likes to pick mud out of her shoe.”
“Go figure.”
“Want to do a dinner of pinot noir and caviar in my quarters tonight?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, I already arranged a pizza party with my band. I play the drums.”
“Okay. Suit yourself.”

Radcliffe was just simply not in the mood to do anything right now. He had a few days to decide whether he wanted to side with Darveda and her henchmen and turn the chicken community into their control, or he would really suffer the consequences. He was at a loss; he wasn’t sure what happened to the chicken community besides the fact that they were spread across the three prominent islands.

Many chickens were sent to Texamilio, while others were moved to Galavanti Island, and the rest stayed around the Wakahakai area. Radcliffe tried not to think too negatively about what had happened, even though it was quite difficult.

What Radcliffe did not consider was that his fate was in the hands of three courageous boys, as well as a polar bear and his friends. Little did he know that they had already begun their search for him and the chicken community.

January 6, 2019

Levi Cranston (The Magic Video Game), Jack Andrews, Asad Prejesh, Mike Wong, Kevin Maggliardi, and Jing Hao spent an afternoon in downtown Boston. Kevin left early because he was really not feeling well. Once he got back to his apartment in Cambridge, he fell asleep on his bed. He didn’t even bother pulling his covers over him, he was so out of it.

Around 4 pm, he heard a knock on his door in his subconscious, but he didn’t wake up. It was his roommate, John Harold, who slowly opened the door. Kevin was sleeping on his stomach, with his head buried in his pillow. When John knew that he was still sleeping, he closed the door and let Kevin sleep a little longer.

A couple hours later, Jing came home from an afternoon in downtown Cambridge with everyone else. He needed to get ready for the week, and he was hoping that Kevin could come with him to get his groceries. But he wasn’t sure if he would be up for it.

Jing slowly opened the door into Kevin’s room and noticed that he was still sleeping. He walked up to him and gently shook him.

After a few minutes, Kevin slowly stirred in his bed. His eyes were still closed, and he slowly waved at Jing.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Jing said to his friend and roommate.
“Good morning,” Kevin replied quietly. “What time is it?”
“It’s six o’clock.”
“AM or PM?”
“Your ma,” Jing replied.
“Very nice,” Kevin remarked even more quietly, pulling his pillow over his head. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
“How do you feel?”
“Like garbage.”
“So I take it you don’t want to go back out tonight?”
“No.”

Kevin decided to take the next day off work to recover from his cold. He actually started to feel a burning sensation in his chest, most likely from coughing so much. It didn’t hurt for him to breathe, but he was at least mindful of it. His nose was really stuffed up, and he felt worse now than he did when we was out and about with everyone else.

​January 6, 2019

Jack Andrews, Levi Cranston (The Magic Video Game), Asad Prejesh, Jing Hao, Kevin Maggliardi, and Mike Wong all ventured out to downtown Boston to hang out for a few hours. Levi’s girlfriend, Mackenzie Burbanks, was having a girls’ day in with a couple of her friends to watch movies.

The six boys were at their favorite coffee shop during the middle of the day. They all went out for pizza, and now they felt like getting themselves a cup of coffee. It was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and all six boys were sitting inside the coffee shop talking about nothing other than tennis.

Jack looked over at Kevin and realized that he wasn’t nearly as talkative as he normally is. Kevin had dark spots under his eyes, which Jack noticed earlier today, but now he didn’t look well at all. His nose was very red now.

“You alright, Kevin?” Jack questioned.
“Yeah, I’ve got a really bad cold. I thought I could do more than what I really could do,” Kevin replied.
“Yeah, take it easy.”
“I think I’m gonna head back to Cambridge soon.”
“Yeah, you probably should,” Jack said.
“I’m like really tired all of a sudden,” Kevin responded.
“Alright. Let us know when you get back.”
“I will. I just started getting a pounding headache. Didn’t hit me in the chest like it usually does.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out now. I really don’t feel well at all.”

Kevin picked up his backpack off the floor and said goodbye to everyone. He headed toward the door toward the common, where he was going to pick up the red line to take him back to his apartment in Cambridge. Once he got back home, he was very likely going to fall asleep as soon as he could.

The other five boys were going to stay out until about 5 or 6 in the evening, and then they were all going to get ready for the week ahead of them.

“Kevin’s been really sick for the past couple days,” Jing said.
“He sounded really stuffed up when we all met,” Jack replied.
“Yeah, he has a bad cold. He told me that he might take tomorrow off from work to recover.”
“Yeah, hopefully he will consider that.”
“The only other time I saw him really sick was when he had the flu in college. Then, he got me sick with it,” Jing remarked.
“That’s nice of him to give you the flu!” Jack chuckled.
“I mean, I’ve seen him when he’s had a cold, but it didn’t hit him as hard as this one has. Or I might be wrong.”
“Colds suck.”
“The flu sucks worse.”
“Yes, it does.”

Jack was at their table with Mike and Jing. Kevin had made it home, and by the time he took off his shoes and lay on his bed, he was passed out. Chances were pretty good that once Jing came home, Kevin would still be sleeping. Their two other roommates went to New York City for the weekend, and they were likely not coming back until at least 9 pm tonight.

Levi and Asad were at the counter looking at what desserts to get. Asad wasn’t sure what he was going to get, but Levi wanted to get something for Mackenzie.

“I’m thinking about getting Mackenzie the fruit tart. What do you think?” Levi asked Asad.
“She like strawberries, doesn’t she?” Asad responded.
“Yes, that’s her favorite fruit.”
“Are you getting sick, too? You sound really stuffed up.”
“I think so. I hope Kevin didn’t give me his cooties,” Levi said.
“He probably did,” Asad remarked.
“I took a sick day on Friday because I was really not feeling well. I feel better now, but I hate my nose right now.”
“Understandable.”
“Get Mackenzie the fruit tart!” Mike greeted Asad and Levi.
“That’s what I’m thinking about getting her!” Levi exclaimed.
“What do you guys want to do after this?”
“Cambridge?”
“Okay!”

October 20, 2018

Kevin Maggliardi was at Levi Cranston’s (The Magic Video Game) and Jack Andrews’ apartment this evening to recover from a very scary situation earlier this afternoon. Kevin lay on the couch, while Jack was sitting in an adjacent butterfly chair, watching him recover.

Asad Prejesh, their other roommate, was out exploring downtown Boston with Kevin’s other roommates.

Levi was sitting in the same room with them, but he wanted Jack to help Kevin get back to normal. Kevin was doing some deep breathing exercises while feeling for his heartbeat.

”How are you feeling, Kevin?” Jack questioned their friend.
”My chest hurts, and my heart is pounding so hard it wants to burst,” Kevin replies quietly.
”It’s okay. Let it pound. It’s just doing its thing.”
”Whew! That was awful.”
”I know it was. At least you’re here, and you’re safe,” Jack remarked.
”Is it okay if I stay here for the night? I am way too tired to go home,” Kevin asked, with both hands still on his chest.
”Absolutely,” Levi replied.
”I really don’t want to move,” Kevin said.
”Wanna put on a movie or TV or something?” Jack questioned.
​”Really, I just want to sleep.”

Hello everyone, and Happy Tuesday!

Today, I am going to talk to you about Levi Cranston's (The Magic Video Game), Jack Andrews', and Asad Prejesh's new friend, Kevin Maggliardi. They have all known each other since Levi, Jack, and Asad moved to Boston.

* Kevin Nathaniel Maggliardi was born on June 17, 1993 in Boston, Massachusetts. 
* He grew up in Cranston, Rhode Island, and he and Levi both believe that they may have a few mutual connections from Rhode Island.
* Kevin had his tonsils taken out in 2006, during the summer of his seventh grade year.
* Kevin graduated third in his high school class.
* He has two older brothers and one older sister: Sheridan, 32; Graham, 29; and Addison, 27.
* Kevin played soccer his freshman year in high school. He played tennis for the rest of his high school career.
* Kevin is half Italian on his dad's side, and one quarter English and one quarter Polish on his mom's side. 
* His dream has always been to pursue a career as a chemist. He double-majored in chemistry and computer engineering at a university in Boston. 
* Kevin met his best friends, Jing Hao and Mike Wong, in college. They call themselves the "Dream Team."
* Kevin, Jing, and Mike played tennis together in college. 
* Kevin and Jing live together in Cambridge, Massachusetts with two other roommates, David Vittorio and John Harold. Mike also lives in Cambridge, but he lives with a few other friends from college.
* Kevin had his wisdom teeth removed in summer 2018. 
* Kevin and Levi have been super amazed at how much they have in common.
* They all met at their tennis coaching job.

That is all I have for tonight. For all of you who live near Chicago, stay safe out there!

Sincerely,

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