He points to the slightly creepy-looking French château-style mansion on the burol that looked over the entire gated town of Riverside Hills.
“I say we go.” Kyle thought.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Mason thought.
“Why? You scared?”
“No.”
“Besides, that house used to belong to the Maestro.” Kyle said.
Casey and Mason asked with a puzzled face. “The who?”
“The Maestro. He used to live there. Remember when the guy that the mayor kept ranting about years ago? That’s him and his house. But they say that he never left town.”
Kyle groaned in annoyance. "Man, I hate our mayor. He's has a personal problem, even with myself. Like I sinabi before, I say we go."
Mason was still against the idea. “Dude, if we get caught going into his house, the mayor sinabi that he’ll run us out of town and ruin our lives.”
“The last time I checked, I don’t care what Mayor Four-Eye, Baldy, Big-Nose Fatso thinks. Besides, no one runs me out of my town. Let’s go!” Kyle sinabi and walked down the kalye to get to the house.
Casey followed him, but Mason stood there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, James Brown. You coming or what?” She sinabi while she nagkomento his James Brown costume.
Mason took a big sigh. “I gotta make new friends.” Regardless, he follows them. The gang causally walked up the hills and when they got there, the gates were closed, but as they approached at the gates, they open mysterious.
“That’s can’t be a good sigh.” Casey though. Regardless, they enter and observed the gargoyle statues on the front porch. Kyle walked up to the door and knocked on it.
“Kyle, no one’s tahanan and besides, the Maestro’s not…”
Before Mason could finish his sentence, the door creepily opens. “Batman.”
They all took a quick peak inside and enter the house and left their bags of kendi on the porch. After they quietly took a few steps, the front door closes behind them, which made them jumped a bit, but quickly calmed them and walked to the first room in the house, the music room, with a grand baby piano, white marble grand fireplace. The gang looked around and saw the furniture was slightly dusty and room was filled with portraits.
"Man!" Kyle exclaimed. "The Maestro must have been loaded."
"Either that, or he'll like my father; loves to spend his money, but he worked for it." Casey said.
“Hey, Mason, Casey! Take a look at this.” Kyle called them over as he comes across a portrait. The picture had a handsome man in a white ruffled shirt, black pants, white socks, and black loafers.
“That was the Maestro?” Casey asked. "He reminds me of Michael Jackson."
"Now that you mention it, he does."
Mason took a look at the calligraphy Pagsulat under the portrait. “Maestro: 2009.” He started to have segundo thoughts. “Kyle, didn’t you say that he left town?”
Kyle nods his head as Casey’s brown eyes popped from the thoughts that were running in her mind. “Guys, I’m starting to think…” Casey thought. “What if he never left town?”
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“I say we go.” Kyle thought.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Mason thought.
“Why? You scared?”
“No.”
“Besides, that house used to belong to the Maestro.” Kyle said.
Casey and Mason asked with a puzzled face. “The who?”
“The Maestro. He used to live there. Remember when the guy that the mayor kept ranting about years ago? That’s him and his house. But they say that he never left town.”
Kyle groaned in annoyance. "Man, I hate our mayor. He's has a personal problem, even with myself. Like I sinabi before, I say we go."
Mason was still against the idea. “Dude, if we get caught going into his house, the mayor sinabi that he’ll run us out of town and ruin our lives.”
“The last time I checked, I don’t care what Mayor Four-Eye, Baldy, Big-Nose Fatso thinks. Besides, no one runs me out of my town. Let’s go!” Kyle sinabi and walked down the kalye to get to the house.
Casey followed him, but Mason stood there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, James Brown. You coming or what?” She sinabi while she nagkomento his James Brown costume.
Mason took a big sigh. “I gotta make new friends.” Regardless, he follows them. The gang causally walked up the hills and when they got there, the gates were closed, but as they approached at the gates, they open mysterious.
“That’s can’t be a good sigh.” Casey though. Regardless, they enter and observed the gargoyle statues on the front porch. Kyle walked up to the door and knocked on it.
“Kyle, no one’s tahanan and besides, the Maestro’s not…”
Before Mason could finish his sentence, the door creepily opens. “Batman.”
They all took a quick peak inside and enter the house and left their bags of kendi on the porch. After they quietly took a few steps, the front door closes behind them, which made them jumped a bit, but quickly calmed them and walked to the first room in the house, the music room, with a grand baby piano, white marble grand fireplace. The gang looked around and saw the furniture was slightly dusty and room was filled with portraits.
"Man!" Kyle exclaimed. "The Maestro must have been loaded."
"Either that, or he'll like my father; loves to spend his money, but he worked for it." Casey said.
“Hey, Mason, Casey! Take a look at this.” Kyle called them over as he comes across a portrait. The picture had a handsome man in a white ruffled shirt, black pants, white socks, and black loafers.
“That was the Maestro?” Casey asked. "He reminds me of Michael Jackson."
"Now that you mention it, he does."
Mason took a look at the calligraphy Pagsulat under the portrait. “Maestro: 2009.” He started to have segundo thoughts. “Kyle, didn’t you say that he left town?”
Kyle nods his head as Casey’s brown eyes popped from the thoughts that were running in her mind. “Guys, I’m starting to think…” Casey thought. “What if he never left town?”
That was part 2. Please leave a comment telling me if you liked it
