My Locker is ALIVE!!

  

 

My Locker is ALIVE!!

 

 

 

By Ruohan Huang

 

 

Chapter One

 

Hello! My name is Jefferson Quinte. I am in second grade. I hate school. It’s boring… boring… boring. Sometimes I like P.E because we get to play fun games like Battleship, where I stand on a mat and someone else stands on another mat, and knock down pins on the mat by throwing bowling balls. If you knock down all the pins on one mat, the person on the mat needs to run two laps around the gym.

My school is very, very weird.

It’s called Victoria Elementary School. The only thing that’s weird is its shape. It has a playground and a gym at the TOP of my school!

 

It is a five-minute walk from my house to my school. This is my house. My family lives in a mansion, just because my dad’s the mayor!

 

 

Besides all that, I need to tell you something. My locker is alive!

Anything I put in my locker, the locker eats it. But if the locker is full, I will get to put at least some of my things in the locker. One time my locker swallowed my library book! And it was due the next day! I found it in a tiny drawer in my locker. The book was in hundreds of pieces! It took me 10 HOURS to put it back together!

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Today in school we are writing in our journals. Here is what I wrote:

My teacher then said to copy her writing cursive on the board. She wrote:

 

We wrote that in cursive on our paper too.

 

 

After school, I checked on my locker. When I thought that it was not hungry, I put my paper with cursive on it in the locker. But then the locker slurped it down to the little drawer, then shredded it. I always groaned or got mad when my locker ate something important. This time, I got really really mad. “Curse ya, Stupid Locker!!”, I shouted. I saw all eyes turned to me. I quickly fished the shredded paper out of the drawer and stomped out the door. I even saw eyes on me when I was outside.

I quickly blushed.

 

 

Today I had after school clubs. One of them was baseball. Today was the first day going to baseball class. I didn’t even know how to play baseball, and Mom said, “every boy needs to know how to play baseball, and every girl needs to know how to play piano.” The next thing I did this afternoon right after baseball was reading. I L-O-V-E reading. Especially comics. Today I was reading a comic book called Pearl and the Monster.

 

I yawned. I’d being reading for almost one hour, and it was almost dinnertime!  Every day, my dad made the most delicious mashed potatoes with gravy at dinner. I loved to eat them, as much as I loved reading.

After dinner, I always went to my game shelf, and picked a board game to play. I always won, but maybe sometimes, if they were lucky, Dad or Mom would win. I always went to my bookshelf and picked a book Mom would read to me for a bedtime story. Today, I chose my favorite book, called The Little Sheep. Mom read it to me.  She used her best story teller voice:

“Once upon a time, there was a lonely little sheep. One day, a shepherd came by and said, "Oh! Who are you? You look lonely!” So the shepherd agreed to take the little sheep home. The little sheep was well fed and the shepherd was very happy that the little sheep was comfortable living with him. But soon, he realized that the little sheep was sad because the little sheep didn’t have other sheep friends. He found another little lonely sheep and brought it home for the other lonely sheep. The two sheep quickly became friends and they all lived happily ever after. The end.”

By the time Mom finished the story, I had already fallen asleep. Mom smiled, she kissed me good-night and turned off the light.

The next morning, I woke up and brushed my teeth quickly. After I ate breakfast, I went to school. Today, we had P.E. and a spelling test. I put my backpack in my locker and hurried to the gym. And I forgot about one thing. Do you know what I forgot about? You guessed it. My locker is alive! While I was having fun in P.E. my locker had swallowed up EVERY SINGLE THING in my locker! Including my backpack! After P.E. I went to my locker to get my spelling paper. When I opened the locker, I noticed the locker was empty and there were all kinds of things bulging to get out of the small drawer. Then I remembered. My locker is alive! I stomped angrily to my classroom to tell my teacher. I think I heard my locker laughing behind me. I spun around. That was just my imagination, I thought.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

The spelling test was horrible. I got nine words wrong:

 

 

After school, I went to my locker to get my backpack. Then I remembered that my locker had swallowed every single thing in it. I sighed. Everybody stared at me as I slumped out of the school without any backpack. When I got home, my mom got mad and bought another very plain backpack for me. And she e-mailed my teacher asking for the papers that I needed for school. Oh, why do I have a locker that is alive and have so, so, sooo bad luck?

 

 

The next day, I had swimming lessons. It was after school (don’t ask me to tell you what happened, okay? It was much, much worse than yesterday). I am extremely good at swimming. I go to swim classes at a huge swimming arena, called Larki Swimming Arena.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Today it was the swimming competition! I practiced, practiced, and practiced. When it was time, I swam frantically to the start line. Boom! Boom! Boom!!! The race was on.

I swam and swam and swam. Finally! I crossed the finish line first! Aulinea Cras, a student in my swimming school, crossed the finish line second. Emigo Seapia crossed the finish line third. I couldn’t believe it! I actually won the World Swimming Race!

I was awarded an enormous trophy almost as tall as I was! My mom was so proud of me! She jumped up from her chair and scrambled down the aisle. She hugged me so tight that I couldn’t even breathe! She even KISSED me! Right in front of thousands of people! I turned bright red.

 

I was so embarrassed. I turned around and sprinted to the dressing rooms. I opened my locker – this was my SWIMMING locker, which was NOT alive – and changed into my ordinary clothes.

A few minutes later, my mom began to wonder where I was.

 

Chapter Five

 

Huh? I had been wondering why the competitors are walking into a wardrobe and disappearing in a bright flash of light. I decided to go, too. As I walked into the wardrobe, a rainbow of colors surrounded me as I was whisked off to another place. When I landed, I realized I’m in my school! I am right in front of my locker. My locker is shining and is brilliant among rows and rows of gray and dull looking lockers. So my locker is connected to the wardrobe in the swimming arena! That is a very new discovery! But then I remembered. Mom is waiting for me at the swimming arena. I looked around and jumped into my locker. A rainbow of light surrounded me, and I was whisked away (again). I landed feeling dizzy. I stumbled – ran to my mom.

“Where have you been?”, she asked. I told her that I went into a magic wardrobe and landed in my school, right in front of my magical locker. “Oh, really?!”, Mom laughed. “You’re just kidding, right?!!”

“No! Mom! I’m not kidding!”

But Mom just kept on laughing.

“MOM!!! I AM NOT KIDDING!!!”

Everybody in the arena turned to face me. I blushed. Mom stopped laughing, too. “Sorry”, she muttered.

 

Chapter Six

 

“You did great.”

“Thanks …”

Me and mom were riding our car. The enormous trophy must have weighed tons! It was now crushing me.

“Mom…? Are we there yet?”, I groaned.

“Almost there, my dear!”, said my mom. “One more minute!”

I sighed.

One minute later…

“Are we there yet, Mom?”

“I said almost, okay?”

“But you said one more minute! This thing is crushing me!!”

“Oh, really?”

Mom smiled.

“MOM!!! I AM NOT LYING TO YOU!!”

"Ok."

Another minute later...

“OOUUUUCH!!!!!!!!”

Mom jumped. “Who’s that…?” She looked around nervously. “Ohh… it’s you …… again ……””. “Does it really hurt?”

“Yes!! OF COURSE!”, I yelled.

 

Chapter Seven

 

Today is Monday. I skipped to school, eager to share that I had won the World Swimming Trophy to my friends when I saw that the door of my locker was opened. There was a large tunnel inside. I glanced sideways before I entered. It was cold and damp. It was a minute or so when I realized I was in a large room piled with old things that people had lost. I walked around quietly. And then I saw it. A door. It was a shiny and white magnificent door. Its bronze handle glittered like stars.

Dazed, I began walking towards it. I grasped the handle and then pushed. That’s when I finally saw what’s written on the door.

It read The Kingdom of Lockers in beautiful, curvy letters. I tried to go back, but the door swung open, and I was whisked away into the unknown Kingdom of Lockers.

 

 

When the ground touched my feet, I looked around. I saw lockers. All shapes. All sizes. And then I figured out that there was a mirror beside me. I looked into the mirror. I saw my reflection for the first time. I screamed. I am now a locker. And then all the trouble began. All the other lockers turned toward me and started chasing me! Then I know what they wanted me to do. They wanted me to jump into the mirror! I dived into it and braced for a bump in the head. But it did not come. Instead, I had transformed back into a human and landed lightly in the room with the old things. Now I know where my alive locker had come from. My locker had come from The Kingdom of Lockers! I quickly climbed through the tunnel and out of my locker. It has all ended happily ever after.

 

The End

 

Epilogue

 

Nineteen years later.

Victoria Elementary School was in ruins. But the legend of an alive locker in Victoria Elementary School told by Jefferson Quinte was passed around the world.

Rosie, Jeff’s daughter, begged her dad to show her The Kingdom of Lockers, but he refused. “It’s too dangerous, honey, I can’t let you risk your life to just see something I saw when I’m your age. Anyways, I can’t find the key to the closet door, which the locker is in.”

Rosie sighed.

“I’m sorry, Rosie dear,” said her mother sadly. “I want to go to look, too!”

“Please Dad,” Rosie whined.

“Okay, fine,” Jeff said. “And, of course, I just found the key!”

And the family ventured deep into the magical world beyond the locker.

 

 

My Locker is ALIVE!

By Ruohan Huang

 

From the Author

Hi, this is Ruohan! I live on a plateau, in the city of Sammamish, WA. I was in 2^nd grade when I wrote My Locker is Alive! My school doesn’t have any lockers to put things into, so I created an imaginary locker that is magical and eats everything that is in it. Then, after I created the locker, I wrote a short little story all about a boy named Jeff and how he got a super cool, unordinary locker that always makes him get into trouble.