It was a Friday afternoon. I sat, slumped in my chair, catching up to some EWJ homework, thinking I was the most unlucky kid in the world. My day got more boring by the second. Then I heard the doorbell ring. I knew my mom was running errands, and she wouldn’t be back so soon. I tiptoed down the stairs. Even though I knew nobody was listening, since it felt good to ensure the fact that nobody could hear me. I felt like I was in a spy movie. I opened the door and found …A box.
I brought the large, yet surprisingly light box inside so random people on the street couldn’t see it. I checked who the box was addressed to, and surprisingly, it was addressed to me! I thought long and hard. What it could be? A secret birthday gift? Nah, it’s too early. Could it be a holiday gift? Noooo, it’s at least a month away from any of the national holidays. My curiosity was killing me! The only way to find out what was in the box is to open it. I didn’t exactly open the mysterious package. I tore up the box.
Tink,
tink,
tink,
tink.
Out fell a key with a piece of paper attached to it. I took the piece of paper off, carefully not to tear it. When I examined the scrap, I saw it was a map leading to a bush in my backyard.
I knew I had to go to the bush and find out what was going on. It was kind of like that story where you find a clue which tells you about another clue and so on. It’s hard to resist the urge to keep following the clues until you find the treasure at the end.
I didn’t even have time and patience to put my shoes on. I rushed to the bush barefoot. I couldn’t feel the rocks and the grass scratching my feet. All I could think about was “what am I going to find?” When I got there, all I saw was the pile of stinking, rotten leaves that was always there, never cleaned away, almost as if they carry a contagious disease. Not giving up on the idea a treasure may be waiting for me, I held my breath and dug furiously through the leaves. My work paid off when a locked mailbox appeared in front of me. I took a deep breath, removed the key from my pocket, and inserted it into the lock slowly and turned it, and… it didn’t budge. But when I tried turning it the other way, the mailbox gave a little creak, and when I turned the key all the way, the lid sprang off, revealing another small piece of paper. I thought it was another map, but no, it was a message:
Dear Max,
Keep up all the hard word and
I promise you will do great things for
the world.
I think this is a message from God. Well then, I better listen to God and that means I need to go back and finish my EWJ homework.
The End. Or Is It?
I brought the large, yet surprisingly light box inside so random people on the street couldn’t see it. I checked who the box was addressed to, and surprisingly, it was addressed to me! I thought long and hard. What it could be? A secret birthday gift? Nah, it’s too early. Could it be a holiday gift? Noooo, it’s at least a month away from any of the national holidays. My curiosity was killing me! The only way to find out what was in the box is to open it. I didn’t exactly open the mysterious package. I tore up the box.
Tink,
tink,
tink,
tink.
Out fell a key with a piece of paper attached to it. I took the piece of paper off, carefully not to tear it. When I examined the scrap, I saw it was a map leading to a bush in my backyard.
I knew I had to go to the bush and find out what was going on. It was kind of like that story where you find a clue which tells you about another clue and so on. It’s hard to resist the urge to keep following the clues until you find the treasure at the end.
I didn’t even have time and patience to put my shoes on. I rushed to the bush barefoot. I couldn’t feel the rocks and the grass scratching my feet. All I could think about was “what am I going to find?” When I got there, all I saw was the pile of stinking, rotten leaves that was always there, never cleaned away, almost as if they carry a contagious disease. Not giving up on the idea a treasure may be waiting for me, I held my breath and dug furiously through the leaves. My work paid off when a locked mailbox appeared in front of me. I took a deep breath, removed the key from my pocket, and inserted it into the lock slowly and turned it, and… it didn’t budge. But when I tried turning it the other way, the mailbox gave a little creak, and when I turned the key all the way, the lid sprang off, revealing another small piece of paper. I thought it was another map, but no, it was a message:
Dear Max,
Keep up all the hard word and
I promise you will do great things for
the world.
I think this is a message from God. Well then, I better listen to God and that means I need to go back and finish my EWJ homework.
The End. Or Is It?
