Orb of Time, Orb of Genie

I was walking down the third block of the five I usually take to school. I couldn’t wait for school today. I was going to learn first aid and had brought some stuff for class. I turn the corner and walk north down Prad Street. It’s 7:45 and I’m just walking. I like the slight breeze in my face, the sound of my shoes crunching on the early autumn leaves, and the sweet smell of Mrs. Woodberry’s apple pie as I walk past her house. She always bakes apple on Thursdays. As I turned the corner onto Stevenson Street, I hear a noise, a soft noise that sounds like an engine roaring. It was coming from Gilbert Street, which is the next street over. It starts to get louder, and louder. I jog back onto Prad Street and head North. As I reach Gilbert Street a truck swerves around the corner and I fall over in surprise. Just as I get back up three police cars come chasing after it. I caught a glimpse of the truck driver. He was a tall skinny man, who looked as if he had not shaved in three days. He had a jelly doughnut on his dashboard along with a hula girl.

I wondered about that truck. Why was it running from the police? Was their something important that the police wanted back? Why was the truck so darn loud? Suddenly I hear a noise. It came from a box that must have fallen out of the truck. The box was big and wooden. It was like a crate except that there were no openings. There was a big black stamp on the box that said PANAMA in big letters. I hear the sound again as the box tumbles over and cracks. A splinter gets caught in my leg. Excruciating pain comes to my as I extract the prickly devil from my leg. I pull out some gauze bandage and wrap it around my leg. I can already see the blood appearing on the soft, white bandage. The box tips over again, and cracks even more. Expecting there to be some sort of animal in the crate I climb on top so as not to get hurt. I peer in and don’t believe my eyes. It was a glowing orb.

Dashing through the halls, eyes fixed on one target. Room 111. I would of made it to if it wasn’t for Mr. knock. He gives me a morning detention for being late and smacks me on the face for bumping into him. I get to class and sit down. I’m In the back of the class away from Mr. Knock. He told us to copy notes, but I was to smart for him. Knowing he would hand these notes out tomorrow I ignored them.