The men drilling didn't know what they were drilling for.
"Hey! I found something!" All the other drillers rushed over to see what it was.
"Woah! It's a chest." Indeed it was. It was nothing special, with a simple design and old worn lock.
"Well let's open it then." There was a shuffling of feet and mumbling. As they were about to decide what to do, a black limo rolled up to the site.
"It's the boss." The limo door opened and a smart suited woman came out. Everything about her was black: black suit, black glasses, black shoes, black hair. All black except for her skin, which was a very pale white. Silently, she walked over to the chest the builders had just dug up. She smiled and then there was a blur, as the chest burst open. There was a stillness for a second, then the chest exploded as a white light spread out everywhere.
"Finally, double maths is over!" Ayman stretched and yawned as he was going down the stairs, heading for the playground. He was quite tall (for a 14 year old), with a big build and hair in what can only be described as a mass of curls. Next to him James and Jack grinned in approval.
"Let's wait for the others by the regular." Jack said. Being the first people out of the class, Jack, James and Ayman hung around by the statue of cardinal Newman, waiting for the others to catch up. It was a sunny day and the sun was high in the sky in time for break. The rest of the class started spilling out and school was a buzz of activity as everyone headed to the playground. Then the wave struck.
