Author: Hello. This is a little journal I put together...
OC: ...About me!
Ed: With input from me!
Al: And me!
Author: This is my first time so I will tell you this once, if you dont like it and want to flame me, it will not end well instead tell your friends to read it to take your place instead and maybe they will like it where you didn't.
OC: Can I start now, please?
Author: Yes, please do.
OC: Yay! Ok well to for starters there was lots of action, I know we can start with the action!
Author: I thought we already discussed this, I told you to start at the beginning! Or do you want me to tell it instead?
OC: No, no, it's okay I'll do it!
Author: Then do it already!
OC: Okay, okay! Well it all started during homework club...
It was three o'clock and I was getting fidgety. Sadly, I had another hour to go before my bus arrived to take me home. As I silently debated with myself about what to do, I heard a burst of giggling from the corner of the library where a group of girls went from muffled giggles to flat out laughter. That settled it, I was walking home.
On my way home, alone with my thoughts, I was hoping, wishing, begging, that something cool would happen as my life was about the most normal one there could possibly be. I mean, I wake up, get ready, go to school, come home, do my homework, eat, go to bed and repeat.
I stuck my hands in the pockets of my dark green cargo pants and while trying to warm myself up in my zebra patterned, multi-color windbreaker.
As I approached the intersection I decided to take a little detour to the thrift shop looking for something to take my mind off of my extreme boredom. Looking back, I think it was the best choice I ever made.
When I opened the door the usual annoying bells went off with the store owner standing behind the corner looking bored as like always. Inside to my left I saw about three racks of clothes with the shoes and dresses on the wall. To my right I saw a bookshelf full to the brim with all kinds of games and children's books. In the back behind the one room dressing room was a collection of many different appliances and everywhere else were odds and ends.
I went to my favorite spot at the back of the store with his stare following me lazily across the room. It bothered me, but only just, because as soon as I saw it my breath was taken away and I just stood there and stared. There it was, the most beautiful jewelry box I have ever seen, which is saying a lot because I am not easily impressed by things like jewelry boxes.
It looked to be made of the finest ebony, handcrafted with softness too fine for words. It had a brass lining along every edge as well as the hinges. The lock itself was nothing special; just the standard round key hole and in the dim of the afternoon, I could have sworn it was glowing...
I approach it slowly, as if entranced by its magnificence. So as soon as I picked it up I knew I had to buy it, but one thing still bothered me.
"Where is the key?" I asked the man behind the counter.
"Huh, what? Oh." He said, after realizing I was still there. "I dunno, it didn't come with one." He shrugged.
I was disappointed but still, "How much do you want for it?" I asked as I approached him. He looked quite surprised to see that I still wanted it, but he just shrugged it off. As long as he was making money, I doubt he cared.
"Five dollars," he answered.
I handed him the money, said my thanks and was gone in a flash, too excited to walk.
Roughly ten minutes later, I was already sitting on my bed, not even bothering to remove my sneakers or windbreaker because as soon as I had finished hooking the dog up so that she could go outside I had dropped everything unnecessary (books, homework, backpack, etc) and after obtaining some tools form my dad's desk, I booked it up to my room to find the secret compartment.
Now you must be wondering why I am so sure that there is one. Well, allow me to share my reasoning, if it were me who brought this box to sell, I for one, would not forget something as vital as the key. Instead, I would put it in a secret compartment for that special deserving someone to find.
Perched upon my bed I inspected the box for any seams of lines, looking for some kind of clue as to where it was, but try as I might I couldn't find what I was looking for. Just as I was about to give in to go look for a paperclip in order to pick the lock(because nobody locks something unless there is something special inside) I had a thought. After face palming myself for my stupidity, I turned back to the front and began pushing on different places until I heard a barely audible click. A new sense of anticipation rose up as a drawer popped open and out came the most unique key in existence. Looking at it, I realized that even if I had wanted to I wouldn't have been able to pick the lock, as it was far too intricate to even begin to comprehend.
Apprehensive as to what was inside, I steeled myself for whatever I may find. Gently I placed the key into the lock and felt a slight tug, as if I was going too slow for the key. Carefully I turned the key and opened the box to find... Blue felt lining the inside with a small velvet pouch on top. I picked up the pouch and to my surprise felt coins through the cloth, but it was quickly forgotten. After placing the pouch in my pocket I carefully lifted the flammel necklace at the bottom.
The chain was made of steel as far as I could tell. (I knew I would have to ask my grandmother to look at it to be sure.) Hanging from it was a red flammel with black surrounding it.
I check the box once over to make sure that there was nothing left and immediately ran to my dresser/mirror at the other end of the room. Too excited to notice the lack of clip on the necklace, I stood in front of the mirror, already beginning to put the necklace on.
Then everything got really weird really fast. First, the chain literally jumped from my hands and both sides fasten together around my neck, burning me slightly. "Ow!" I exclaimed, grabbing my neck only to be once again burned.
Tears began to form in my eyes as the necklace got hotter and hotter, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not remove it. Just before I passed out, my last thought was, 'Dang it, I forgot to bring the dog in!'
And then I was falling…
So did you like it? you must've if your still reading it. Now if you want me to update you will have to reveiw. No joke, if you don't I'll just forget, then you won't get another chapter for like a month