ELA+Story(1st+trimester)-SHOCKING+ENCOUNTER

An exhausted school day was making me tired. There’s a huge social studies report for me to do and all those other homeworks are haunting me. My teacher wanted us to write about a famous figure of the United States. My thousand pound backpack heavily pounded on my back on my way home. All my friends happened to live on the other side of the city. There was a group of kids in front of me. They joked around and laughed as loud as they could as if they own this city. My eyes left those obnoxious kids and crossed the street. The city asserted its daily rhythm of cars roaring across the street and people talking. I got used to all this, it’s like another song in my iPod. Every streets and blocks of this city are in the back of my head. Today, there was something new in my block. Something I hadn’t realized it was there. From standing on the sidewalk, my vision caught it, a small gate and stairs leading down into darkness. Questions popped out in my head. What is down there? A storage room? A club? A secret place?
 * Chapter 1: Unexpected **

** Chapter 2: The Force of Curiosity ** There was like a force, pulling me toward it. My curiosity was horrendous and unbearable. The left side, the little angel of me suggested me to stay away, mind my own business and walk away. The right side which was the devil, told me to venture in. The right side won. //Forget you,// Angel//.// Then my feet started to move. My mind turned empty. I didn’t know what to expect to see down there. Hope being curious won’t get me into trouble. The gate wasn’t lock; my hand grabbed the rotten iron handle. There hung a small side saying “No Trespassing”. My eyes ignored it anyway. My legs took a step by step; I was descending down toward the underground. The darkness was now overpowering light. All the lights are dimming. It was so intensely dark, there was no difference between opening and closing my eyes. My left hand held the rail tight, so I won’t trip and fall. Then I realized to make a right turn, because my body bumped into a wall, and the left side was a wall too. My head told my shaking body to stay alert, straighten my back and calm my jumping heart down. But sweat was starting to appear on my forehead. Regret was shouting now. I should have gone away. However, the curiosity was now pulling me down, forcing me to continue my exploration. Suddenly, something came into view. It was big and rectangular. A door. My eyes also caught a glimpse of light saw light. The door was illuminating bright light. I walked five steps and got my left hand on the door knob. The coldness in the metal was battling the heat in my palm. My mind wanted to open the door. My hand opened it inch by inch. Light poured out into the darkness. The image slowly came into sight. My eyes thought they’re seeing another world. A world of brightness. Is it Heaven? My right foot took a step right into it.

** Chapter 3: Familiar Stranger ** It’s a room, a really high tech room, the computers and other electronics brightening light. This room was at least the size of my school’s auditorium. No, wait, even bigger. A figure appeared. I rubbed my eyes to see it more clearly. A man came into view. He seemed familiar. The forest on his wrinkled face stood out the most. A beard that big these days are really rare, he’s like people in history books. He looked half human, half monkey. An apple was hanging in his long neck. “Hi”, he said. Just from that one word, it sounded like the voice of a fifty year old man, deep like the Mariana Trench. “How did you get in here?” “Um, sorry. The gate is open, and I got curious. I’ll go back up now, sorry for bothering you.” He didn’t say a word as I walked out the door. He just stared at me like he was seeing a regular kid wandering around. Then I realized why he looked familiar. “By the way, you look kind of like Abraham Lincoln,” That just slipped out of my mouth. His reply surprised me. “My name indeed is Abraham Lincoln.” He said. “Like the one from the eighteenth hundred?” “Uh huh, 1862” Is this a joke? But he didn’t giggle or anything. “You’re kidding, right?” This is dubious. “No, lad. You won’t believe me? I am from the 1862.” My hand let go of the door knob, and let it swing shut. “How? What are you talking about? Am I in some kind of history book?” Then the door swing opened and hit my back. Another man appeared, this one has no beard, but his head was round like a ball. “What the hell? What are you doing here, kid?” “You left the gate unclosed,” Lincoln said. “Ok, what is going on here?” I asked. Everytime I notice there is something wrong, like a mystery, I need to find out what is going on, that is why I hate it when people keep secrets from me. “None of your business, kid. Move! Get out of here.” Bald guy said. “No wait, can you please tell me what is going on?” “We got one curious kid here” He said. “Yeah,” Lincoln said. “If I tell you, you must help me with something, ok?” “Fine, whatever.” He wouldn’t kick me out now. The bald guy said and started to talk. “You are the worst kid I’ve ever met. You are not like the other kids. But let me give you a piece of advice, your curiosity will get you in trouble. Ok, my name is Morgan by the way. As you see, Lincoln was assassinated in 1865. My crews created this time machine, and we went back to Lincoln’s time when he was in his fifties and told him about everything. He didn’t believe us so we proved it by teleporting him to the future. The problem now is that he won’t go back to the nineteenth century. He got mesmerized by our twenty-first century technology. He was messing with the iPod we gave him like a kid.” Morgan laughed. “This is so weird, there are time machines now?” Time machines from science fiction books really enthrall me. “Well, actually, only we have. My crew, now they went to Chicago to a meeting, we created the first time machine. We couldn’t tell the world because some people might use it for evil, like getting Hitler to the future.” “That is the time machine thing right there,” Lincoln pointed to a second door, an electronic oval door all the way on the other side of the room, with numerous wires sticking out. That thing is subtle could be mistaken as a regular door, because it looks just like a normal door but coated with wires and electronic devices. “Oh my God! I am staring at the first time machine. No, time door.” It was like being in a science fiction story. “Yeah, that thing took twelve years.” Morgan said. “Now can you please help me convince this guy to go back to the past?” He whispered to my ear. His breath against my ear felt warm and it smelled like tuna fish. “Alright, we’ll see.” I walked to Lincoln, now playing with the computer. He seemed excited as he pressed on the keyboard and words appeared on the screen. //He is curious too.// “Mr. Lincoln?” He turned his head at me. “Ok look. I know it is fun here in the future. But you need to understand that you don’t belong here.” He ignored me and went back to fool around with the computer. “You miss your family, Mr. Lincoln?” That got him turned back to me. “Do you want to be a hero?” “Hero?” He asked doubtfully. “What exactly do you mean, lad?” “Do you know that today, we remember you as America’s greatest president? If you continue to stay here, you will change history and you won’t be remembered. Listen to me, go back and show how great a president you can be.” “This kid is right, man.” Morgan said. Lincoln suddenly stood up. “Kid, you have motivated me. Now I am going back and do my duty like a man! Prepare the door, Morgan” Morgan said to me, “Thank you so much kid.” Then he quickly programmed the electronic door. It burst to life, the door slid open and it was complete darkness inside. Strings of purple lights moved around in a spiral. Lincoln putted on his black coat and walked toward it. “Farewell, people. Farewell, twenty-first century America.” “Wait, Mr. President.” Morgan shouted. “Please don’t mention the twenty-first century when you go back, ok? People will think you are nuts if you do.” “I promise. Good-bye.” Then the door slid shut and the room turned back to normal. Then Morgan suddenly screamed, “Crap! We forgot to warn the people about his assassination!” “It’s too late, it’s probably destiny.” Lincoln wasn’t that hard to convince, Morgan probably suck at persuading people. “Kid, thank you though. This is my card.” He handed me a white card. “Contact me if you need me. Today you helped me a lot.” Wow, the card said Morgan is a scientist, Dr. Lopez. “My name is Will by the way. Ok, I need to go now, there are tons of homeworks waiting for me.” “Bye, kid,” he still calls me //kid//. “See you some other time, I need to return to Chicago tomorrow for more work. Thank you so much today.” Morgan helped me open the door, the //original// door. The darkness swallowed me up then light emerged. The chilly wind scratched across my face. Morgan closed the gate and said bye to me. Today seemed astonishing and it was time for homework. I’ve decided that I will write about President Lincoln for my history report, telling people how great a president he was.