CHAPTER 2 Jack was eating breakfast—toast and jam with a side of cereal, his favorite, when his dad burst in the kitchen. "Tomorrow's the big day!" he said, his voice booming like a megaphone. "What?" Jack asked. "Tomorrow's the day we're moving to Missouri!" "Aww, do we have to?" He complained like dad had just announced Jack was going to enter the world cup after eating 50 pizzas. He liked his life in Washington. Why did they have to move? They'd been in Washington for 25 years! "Continue packing up," His dad reminded. "The train leaves first thing in the morning." "Okay..." Jack grumbled. He quickly finished his breakfast and continued packing. While he was packing all his stuff, he found a picture of his mom. She'd died in the Great Fire of 1919 when Jack was just 2. She was on a nature hike, then other fires connected to the forest, and soon enough, she was caught in the fire, and there was no escape. Jack missed mom, but there was no time to think about that now. He had to pack up before the train left! But then… “Hey!” What was that? “Gimme all yer money!”
CHAPTER 3 He turned around to find his 5-year-old brother, Noah, dressed as the main character of his favorite legend: The Legend of Black Bart. Jack laughed. Noah wanted to play. Black Bart was a famous “gentleman bandit”. He actually used manners, which was unusual for a robber. He never hurt anyone, as his shotgun was always unloaded. He refused to harm a soul after experiencing the Civil War in person. “Sorry, I can’t play right now, Noah,” said Jack. “We have to get packed.” “Aw, man!” Noah complained. “We can play afterward if you want,” Jack said. “But for now, we need to pack.” “Fine,” says Noah. “But as soon as I’m done, we get to play. Okay?” “Okay,” says Jack, who’s mind is still fixed on mom. “I’ll finish as soon as I can.” “Good,” Noah says. Worries filled Jack’s mind. He’d heard rumors of monster weather called "tornado". But that was just a myth. He’d heard that rumor from the biggest mouth in his school; Robert Barn. He was always telling people the wackiest myths he could imagine, like: “A giant monster is going to eat the school tomorrow!” The next day, no one came to school, and were surprised to find that the day after that, the school was in one piece. This tornado theory was probably just another one of his rumors, he figured. He had bigger things to worry about. Like chores. He sighed. Chores, chores chores. Why all the chores? He finished his chores and found Noah in the family room. "Tell me a story!" he shouted. "About Black Bart! Tell me, tell me!" "I thought you wanted to PLAY Black Bart," Jack said. His little brother was always changing his mind. He could beg dad to go to a fancy resturant, then when they finally get there, he'd change his mind to a homemade meal. "Tell me a story!!!" Noah shouted even louder, like he was begging for a very expensive toy. "Okay, okay." Jack laughed. "I'll tell you a story."
