Tom was born in an elongated house, situated in the middle of nowhere. It was no ordinary child, it was a very curios one.
When he was four, Tom made his first visit to the dump stench. Although everyone pondered that it was inept, Tom understood the importance of the dump stench. He would find all sorts of interesting objects that no other person would think was important.
One fine scorching day, Tom wandered off to the dump. Absent-mindedly, he sauntered through the towering mountains of ancient junk. But for him, all the items were enigmatic. The dump stench was a museum of mystery to him. Everything was shrouded in mystery waiting to be unfurled. There was an old TV set partnered with a compass pointing at the north. Seagulls were ravenously scavenging for food.
There was a musty smell and dangling sounds which made Tom move-off to the far end of the dump. Tom was still sauntering through when something caught his sight. It was a box; a secretive box. It was a big gift to him!
“Wow!” thought Tom to himself.
But the box was tightly locked. The mystery was waiting to be unveiled.
Tom pondered if there would be a key to open it. Suddenly, something luminously shining caught his eye. Tom gingerly approached it. It was the key to open the box! He swiftly grabbed it and frantically rushed back to the box. SWOOSH! But no-this was not a good place to open it. He rushed home speedily, excited to open the box.
When he got home, he left the dinner table early and went to his room.
He closed the door behind him and snatched the key which was placed on top of his diary. The key was not needed; the box opened itself. The entombed air bespattered his surroundings’ and pervaded around the room. It was immaculate and dark, as black as soot. But Tom knew it was magical. The box was burnished metal. Tom ran his fingers over indecipherable engravings.
He was glancing at the box when he spotted a handle on the side. It chimed as he turned it.
His face turned ivory coloured. What will happen next…?
The box turned blue and combined with white and whirled around like a hurricane inside.
“What is going on?” whimpered Tom. This was the most unusual thing he ever found in his museum. What will happen; will it take you to history, will it take you to the future…
Chaniru Senhas
Maggonage,
Grade 5,
London.