Me and Chris walked back home, both of us having Maxwell's school schedule (I duplicated it and gave it to Chris.) We walked to my house because it was a quicker walk. From there we went behind my house and we both created portals. I made one that leads to my room and he made one that leads to his room.
"Why don't you just walk through the front door?" Chris asked me when I stepped through the portal.
"My mom and dad don't know that I'm gone," I explained.
I watched him step through his portal before I closed mine. Then I laid back on my bed, holding the notebook in one hand and Maxwell's schedule in the other. Then I realized that my backpack was gone. I opened the notebook to make a rolling backpack this time and just like it has before, it popped out of nowhere and onto my bedroom floor. Then I laid back and tried to close my eyes after this one long day.
As soon as I closed my eyes, my mom opened the door and yelled, "GET THE HELL OVER HERE PETER!"
I got up so quick I bumped my head on the ceiling. Holding my forehead, I climbed down the ladder and ran to the living room.
"Yes Mom?" I said, trying not to sound worried.
"THERE'S A PORTAL IN THE FOREST BY THE SCHOOL!" she yelled.
I got worried, remembering I forgot to check if Maxwell closed his house portal. I ran out the front door and out into the street. Cars were everywhere. I jumped out of the way as a bus went speeding by, and I kept running towards the schools. Once I got to the schools, I turned towards the forest behind the school and ran straight in. I ran and ran, searching for any sign of a portal until I got to an oval that showed an ordinary bedroom. I jumped into the portal, realizing two seconds later it wasn't an ordinary bedroom at all.
I stepped on to the floor and the ground and walls disappeared. The room turned pitch black and the wall looked like the space pictures on the space websites. I took a step forward and a box fell on the step behind me. I jumped super far and the box reappeared where I was standing before. I kept running and running, the box reappearing everywhere. When I got to the door, the floor behind me broke into pieces like glass shards. I hung onto the door knob and turned it. When the door opened, I let go of the door and grabbed the wall from the other room. When I hoisted myself up, I got into the room and there was another kid there, staring up at the ceiling as if he saw an enormous puzzle. I looked and saw a billion keys, all of them flying around. I looked at the door ahead and saw it had a lock on it. I took out my notebook and wrote out "wings". A pair of wings popped out of thin air and I grabbed them. The boy was staring at me now as I put on the wings and flew up. I got to the ceiling and made a giant vacuum cleaner with the notebook.
"Hold on," I warned the other kid.
He grabbed the bookshelf next to him and I turned it on. All the keys were sucked mid-air, like water through a grate. I got back down, I emptied the vacuum and started searching for the right key.
"Who are you?" the boy asked me.
"I'm Peter. Who are you?" I asked back.
"Timmy," he said.
"Have you found the key yet?" Timmy asked me as he bent down and started checking keys.
"Not yet, but I know it's big," I said, and I pointed at the door.
"I guess there's some hope," Timmy said.