Jefferson Middle School newsletter
This is a fictional story about Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park, survives a zombie filled adventure! More info on the post below. (Mashup Story LA 7th)
Chapter 1: Morning
Early September 1989
Michael Crichton woke up, tired and weak. He got up and checked the time. It was 6 A.M. He walked to the kitchen. Michael figured that he should eat breakfast first. He opened a cabinet quietly, he didn’t want to wake Taylor. Michael shuffled through the boxes looking for his favorite cereal. Finally he found his half full box of Honey Bunches of oats. He placed the box on the table and searched for a bowl and spoon. After he poured milk into the cereal filled bowl. He munched quietly in the dark dining room, pondering about what he was going to do in his novel. After he finished he placed the bowl in the sink, leaving the kitchen and heading towards his office room.
On the way he passed his daughter Taylor’s room, but quickly stopped and went to the door. He pushed the door slowly open so just his head fit. She was still sleeping in her crib, stuffed dinosaurs surrounded her. He carefully took his head out and continued to his office. Michael opened the door heading into the small room. It had 2 desks, one of them with his Macintosh SE/30 computer on it. He booted it up, waiting almost a minute. When it showed the home screen he saw a notification on the bottom right corner. It was an email. He didn’t recognize the source as it was simply titled URGENT in the unusually red text box. Michael ignored it pressing the small x in the corner. He would check it once he was finished, he was working on something important. He click Microsoft Office and clicked Microsoft word. Not a lot of people used it but he liked it. As it loaded, he went straight to work. He typed for hours, writing and editing paragraphs.
Before he knew it it was already 10 A.M. and he could hear Anne already up. As usual he would pause his work and greet her. He typed the last sentences of the chapter “-rising above the palm trees, Grant saw a single trunk with no leaves at all, just a big curving stump. Then the stump moved, and twisted around to face the new arrivals. Grant realized that he was not seeing a tree at all. He was looking at the graceful, curving neck of an enormous creature, rising fifty feet into the air. He was looking at a dinosaur.” He scanned through the sentences. He loved it. Michael saved the document and turned off his computer. He pushed in his chair and got out of the small room. Michael Crichton headed to the dining room, greeting his wife and his baby daughter.
Chapter 2: Confidential
“What are you working on?” Anne asked Michael as he walked towards the cabinets.
“Oh, I was writing the novel,” he answered.
“The one with dinosaurs?” She asked grabbing a box of cereal.
“Yes, that one,” he smiled.
“You know you shouldn’t wake up so early, what time did you wake up today?”
“6 am, I know, I know. But I do my best work early. I feel like I need to do it.”
“I guess, are you hungry?” She said turning and showing him the box of cereal.
“No thanks I ate earlier,” Michael told her.
Michael turned to Taylor, who Anne had put in a baby high chair. She was moving her hands in the air, grasping. Her plate littered with Cheerios.
“Has Taylor ate today?” Michael asked.
“Oh, no she hasn’t,” she said, bringing a bowl to the table.
“I’ll feed her then,” Michael said, getting up. He walked towards a small cabinets and plucked one of the cup sized jars of baby food. He read the label.
“Today Taylor, you will be eating Peach flavored food,” he announced.
After he fed her, which took a while as she resisted, he remembered the E-mail.
“I’m going back to my office I forgot to check an email I got earlier,” Michael told Anne.
“Okay,” she said finishing her cereal “I’ll go with Taylor to the park.”
Michael walked towards his small office, booting up his computer again. He began to check his emails as a lot have came in since he saw the other one. Let's see, he thought to himself. Bills, news, advertisements were in his inbox as he scrolled he heard the sound of Anne’s car starting before finally he couldn’t hear it anymore. He scrolled through. Michael couldn’t find it. He didn’t bother even reading the titles as he figured it would’ve looked different. Michael’s suspicions were correct as he found the unusual red box of the urgent Email that had caught his attention. He clicked on it. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. He didn’t even have a chance to read it. He got up, not turning off the computer. When he stepped out he heard more knocking.
“Yes?” He said
“Michael! Can I come in?” a voice said.
“Connor? Is that you?” he said as he opened the door.
And it was. Michael’s friend Connor O’ Neil stood there nervously. They had been friends since he had wrote The Andromeda Strain as he had been a consultant for the microbes in the novel.
“Come in, come in” Michael told him “Would you like a beverage, maybe coffee?”
“No, we don’t have time for that,” Connor said, taking a chair and sitting on it.
“What's the hurry?”
“Did you get my E-mail?”
“That was you? Uh, I did but I didn’t read it.”
“That's fine, but I need to tell you something confidential.”
Crichton was surprised “I can keep a secret.”
Connor had a strange tone in his voice “At the University we found something.”
“What did you guys find?”
“Prions are infectious misfolded proteins, right? Almost like a virus,” Michael said. “I don’t really know much about ‘em, but what’s the big deal with this one?”
“You are right, they are like a virus, but this prion is different,” Connor said.
“How so?” He became more intrigued.
Connor leaned towards him “This particular prion affects things in a really, really bad way.”