Angie Baby’s Very First Interview!
Posted by Faith on Oct 12, 2011 in Daily Musings | 0 comments
Evan: This is Evan Trueblood, here again at Witch Central, the radio program for everything witchy. Today, we have a very exciting guest host, my six-year-old daughter, Angelina Everhart Trueblood, for a special interview with Darwen Arkwright. Darwen is the main character in DARWEN ARKWRIGHT AND THE PEREGRINE PACT, by AJ Hartley, which was just released. Take it away Angelina.
Angie: First, of all, (starts swinging her legs and leaning in to the mike) my radio name is Angie Baby. Second I am so excited to be here, biscause this is my very first interview. And welcome Darwen. I really like your Triceratops T-shirt. Tres coolio. My Aunt Jane says that sometimes. Tell me about your story?
Darwen: Well, I’d just moved to America. Atlanta. And I were living with mi aunt. Everything was weird because I’m English, only not the kind of English people are used to on telly, you know?
(Angie’s eyes get very big at the sound of his accent. She glances at her dad, who is leaning back in his chair with a small smile on his face.)
Darwen: I’m eleven years old, and I’m from a little town in Lancashire and everyone ‘ere in Atlanta thinks I talk funny. Anyway, I were in this mall waiting for mi aunt to come back and I saw this bird, only it wasn’t a bird. It had wings like a bat and the face of a man. I followed it to this little shop with all these over priced mirrors in it and no customers, and there was this old fella called Mr. Peregrine who told me to take one of the mirrors home. I didn’t steal it or nothing. He gave it to me. Honest. Anyway, it was just a mirror, until the sun went down, then it turned into something else. Like a window. Or a door.
Angie: Cool! Did you get to discover cool stuff? Is that why your fingers are all black and blue?
Darwen: (holds up his hand) No. I got this antiquated fountain pen which leaves ink smudges all over mi fingers. But cool, yeah. And scary. Some of the stuff on the other side of the mirror was brilliant, almost like being at home again, but not all of it. And there were things living inside, monsters.
Angie: (covers her mouth and her eyes get wide) Like werewolves and vampires?
Darwen: No, these are different. More like trolls on steam powered motorbikes, or goblins with no heads and huge sharks-mouth gashes across their chests. I know that sounds stupid, but that’s what they were. They wanted me. And they wanted out, right into my bedroom unless I could figure out how to keep them inside the mirror. And that’s what mi book is all about. That story.
Angie: Wow. Cool! Are you, like, a real detective and a magician?
Darwen: Nah. I’m just a kid. Alex O’ Connor (she’s my friend, kind of, and the most annoying person you’ll ever meet) says I shouldn’t say ‘just a kid.’ She says only grown-ups say that and what do they know, right? (Angie nods her head and glances at her father. Evan sends her a mock-glower) Anyway, no I’m not a detective. But I am a mirroculist. The only one, Mr. Peregrine says.
Angie: What a mirroculist?
Darwen: It’s like someone who can go through the darkling mirrors. Not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse, but someone ‘as to do it, don’t they, else there’ll be scrobblers and gnashers all over the place, and believe me when I say that you don’t want that.
Angie: (shakes her curls) Noooo. Did you have to kill anything? Any of the monsters?
Darwen: Well, I didn’t mean to, right? But if a seven foot scrobbler with an energy blaster comes at you—and your friends—and the only way to stop ‘im is by finishing ‘im off for good, what would you do? (Angie nods very big nods)Yeah, that’s what I figured.
Angie: Okay we’re nearly out of time here at Witch Central. So time for one last question. If I could be an aminal—an ani-mal—I’d be a mountain lion. If you could be an animal, what kind?
Darwen: A bird. Probably a falcon, so I could fly up high where no one would see me. I could even go home, or I could if it was still there. But then if I had to, I mean if I really had to, I could fold my wings in tight and drop from the sky at, like, two hundred miles an hour. You could knock even an eagle out of the sky with an attack like that.
Angie. Thank you for being here, Darwen. Over to you, Daddy. (Angie turns off the mikes and she and Darwen go to the lounge for PB&J sandwiches.)
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