Read the story.
The post-it said. What does that even mean? What story was this thing talking about? After a minute on contemplating his choices, Jax dismissed the post-it for somebody else’s thing that somehow go into his locker.
Then all of a sudden time froze again. People around him, like statues, frozen in weird positions. One carrying was his books, the other picking his nose. All of them, frozen.
For the third time. His locker door was immobilized and he could just barely read he post-it. Jax then thought about what was written on the mysterious boards, in the math class and the science class. He turned around and to go back the math class to check if the weird paraphrasing was still written on the board. But on the bulletin board that had usually been filled with pictures of students, now it was full of writing that said:
He turned around and to go back the math class to check if the weird paraphrasing was still written on the board. But on the bulletin board that had usually been filled with pictures of students, now it was full of writing that said:
Jax had enough. Weird post-it notes, haunted whiteboards, frozen time...No, no, no. Jax wanted to stop dreaming and wake up in his bed. Safe and sound.
Jax pinched himself. Oh no. This wasn’t a dream. He was so confused.
He thought about a horror movie he saw the other day. The innocent blond girl just stood there while a serial killer came and finished her.
Jax did not want just stand there and wait until something bad happens. He thought about what to do.
He rushed from class to class, glancing at the board. He first went to the math class. Jax saw the door was open. Thank goodness. He learned the hard way that nothing moved when time stopped, including doors. But if everybody and everything was frozen, why wasn’t Jax frozen?
He saw Miss Crocker, sorting papers. But she was a statue, like everybody else, frozen as she was shuffling papers. Jax read what was on the board:
He saw Miss Crocker, sorting papers. But she was a statue, like everybody else, frozen as she was shuffling papers. Jax read what was on the board:
Jax then rushed to the next room and read the board. “Please don’t.” he muttered under his breath. And there it was again. Paraphrasing:
Jax then rushed to the next room and read the board. “Please don’t.” he muttered under his breath. And there it was again. Paraphrasing:
As he did this for the whole hallway and back. Jax thought about the post it. Read The Story.
What story? Obviously, the board was telling a story. His story-
Jax softly gasped.
Read The Story.
His story.
Jax turned towards you and said “Thanks for reading!”
Author Notes: I'm going to repeat what Jax said "Thanks for reading!" One big fat thanks to Mbapp10 for some of the writing and all of the ideas! And also, another big fat thanks to you, for reading! Please place a review and see ya around!
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