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Chapter 2: One

“To unlock this text, you must perform what is next.
Teach them a lesson, those who were not a blessin’
Take pillows and shove them under your clothes”

I was outraged by the lack of rhyme that was presented in the last line, so I closed the book and set it down gently on the floor. When I stood back up, the book teleported from the floor to my hands with a “pop.” I chucked the book forward, where it bounced off the golden locker and fell to the floor.

Feeling satisfied, I turned around and began to walk slowly towards the Chemistry room. I made it all the way to the door, and even lifted my right leg through the doorway when I heard another “pop.”

Before I could re-chuck the book, a gust of wind propelled me through the doorway back onto the lab cart which slammed into a desk and catapulted me against the opposite wall. For a second, I thought that wall would crumble as well, but fortunately, I felt a ton of pain as I bounced off of it.

Soon, I looked backwards and saw something astounding. The wall, the one that I smashed through, was completely whole. There was nothing about it unusual, except for my memories of it. I then looked at the book with amazement.

Teleporting books I can handle. That happens all the time when I try to get rid of my homework; it somehow finds its way back to my backpack. Morphing books I can also handle. My textbooks take an uglier form every time I read them. Self repairing walls, on the other hand, weird me out. Was that magic, or was that a freaky part of my imagination.

I started to convince myself that it was, in fact, my imagination when suddenly my hand started to grow heavy. I looked down and screamed; the book was still in my hand.

Random people heard my screaming from the hallways and started pouring into the classroom. Actually, they heard the bell screaming and started pouring into the classroom. I only got a few confused looks as I stumbled out of the room into the crowded hallway.

I began to ponder the words of the book as I continued walking, and quickly figured out what “those who were not a blessin’” referred to when ran into the same “wall” of people that I did earlier. The other part, “teach them a lesson”, must refer to getting them back for taking up the amount of space in the hallway that they do, by shoving pillows under my clothing.

Finishing off the rest of the school day was terrible, I wasn’t able to get my usual seven fifty minute naps in because whenever I started feeling comfortable, I was reminding of the ominous looking book and its message.

Somehow, I made it through my last class. As I found my way home, I pondered the third line of the message. Why would I need to do that? Either way, I couldn’t wait to get started.

The next morning, I woke up, got ready for school, then took 5 pillows and placed them underneath my clothes. I looked like a giant marshmallow as I waddled towards the school. When I entered the main hallway, I was greeted by tons of laughter. This laughter was obviously of the “laughing with me” sort, because I thought they all looked hilarious as well.

Still, I was getting tired of those pillows and I wanted to ditch them in the nearest closet. Before I neared the nearest closet, I saw the same wall of slow-pokes coming towards me that I had so much trouble with the day before. I remembered what the book said, and suddenly became extremely determined.

I started to sprint forward. The walking room only big enough for a medium-sized person was my goal. I hit the farthest right person with the force of a whale, and knocked the entire line on their backs. The entire hallway started cheering. Whoops and shouts came from random directions and I felt really good about myself.

Then, I remembered the book and pulled it out of my backpack. The entire book suddenly shuddered and shook all of the dust off. Instead of piling up on the floor, the dust dissipated in the air leaving me with a bright red book. The title was in bold black letters entitled, “The Hallway Book.”

As I opened the book up, I noticed the pages appeared less worn and slightly more crisp. I stole a glance around to see if anyone else noticed the book’s transformation, but nobody did; they were too busy watching the “wall” struggle to get up.

I decided to read the third page in the book, so I turned the next page.