Power Journal: The Mystery Box of Sims

Just a heads up, this is the skimpy copy of the story. I'm probably going to add some more detail later into what happens at the end.

It was a beautiful Spring morning as the buses filed down the bus lane at the back of the school. Though the cold, crisp, morning air slightly chilled the body, rays of light from the orange ball of fire just over the treeline warmed the skin, giving one a feeling of comfort and tranquility. As the buses lined up, stopping one after the other, students climbed out with mixed emotions- excitement for seeing their friends after the long weekend and apprehension because it was a Monday and most students hate Mondays.

After getting off the buses and entering the massive concrete prison that is Pike Central High School, the students slowly shuffled to their classrooms with an eagerness matching that of a man on his way to the electric chair. By the time they reached their classrooms, the students had accepted their fates and began mentally preparing for the day to come.

Mrs. Sims’ first period class was no exception. Because the class was small, though, it seemed to recover from the Monday morning blues much more quickly than the larger classes around the school. As the bell began the sequence of chimes marking the start of a new school day, the students began to take their seats. Something made this day different from the others, though. Mrs. Sims was not yet in the room, as she always was at this time. As suspicions of where she might be began to formulate, the students heard a loud squeak from the large, wooden, corridor door in the hallway and a swoosh as it closed and displaced the air in the surrounding area. Finally, thought the students as they looked at each other with annoyance.

Suddenly, the lights shut off. Two girls shrieked in horror, with the sounds of quiet and confused conversation filling the classroom. The student closest to the light switches reached for them but fell short, banging into the small metal trashcan and sending a wave of increased volume across the room. After about thirty seconds, the light in the center of the room flashed on to reveal Mrs. Sims standing on a desk and holding a shoebox in the air. She placed it on the desk and skipped out of the room. The box began to shake and crumble within itself until it became so small it blew, engulfing everyone in the room, never to be seen again.