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“NANCY!!!, get back here!” the principal shouted through the hall to no one’s surprise, but they were all wondering and thinking what did the girl with the permanent frown, who some believe she was born with, had done this time. Nancy was well known around school for being the person you would avoid at all cost. No one rarely walked away from Nancy unless in tears and miserably upset. So, it was no surprise that Nancy was in trouble again. Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere, what most people didn’t realise though is why trouble haunted Nancy.
Nancy ran making her escape as she heard the principal yell even louder “NANCY!!!, get back here NOW!” She knew she had to get away, she turned the corner and she tried the old locked classroom door that hadn’t been open in over two hundred years. To her surprise it opened without even a creak. Not believing her luck, she took her chance, just in time but now an odd thought crossed her mind, why was the door open if the key for the door was buried under the plaque at the entrance to the school? This classroom was an experiment to show how much a class room can change over a 200-year gap, so the room could be a time capsule of sorts. But why was it open now and who had opened it and how?
Nancy, filled with curiosity, explored the room and she could see that black board was covered in messages from all of the kids from over 200 years ago and all of the desks had notes from them untouched excepted one, which unlike the others, looked like it hasn’t been sitting around for 200 years but was just written and the ink was still wet. If that wasn’t strange enough, the date and writing was all from a time that is long gone. It read “beware of the hidden door that if opened, at all costs you must…”
“Nancy? What are you doing here?” someone said in a very quiet voice that came from a door in a shadow at the back of the class that Nancy could of swore wasn’t there before. It was highly decorated and had a clock on the middle, but it had 10 arms and instead of numbers it had B.C and A.D and years. What was even stranger was the person who called to her. “Otto? Is that you” Nancy said so shocked she fell over and hit her head on the edge of a table and everything seemed to turn black including Ottos face saying “Nancy, stay with me! oh nooooo”.
Nancy ran making her escape as she heard the principal yell even louder “NANCY!!!, get back here NOW!” She knew she had to get away, she turned the corner and she tried the old locked classroom door that hadn’t been open in over two hundred years. To her surprise it opened without even a creak. Not believing her luck, she took her chance, just in time but now an odd thought crossed her mind, why was the door open if the key for the door was buried under the plaque at the entrance to the school? This classroom was an experiment to show how much a class room can change over a 200-year gap, so the room could be a time capsule of sorts. But why was it open now and who had opened it and how?
Nancy, filled with curiosity, explored the room and she could see that black board was covered in messages from all of the kids from over 200 years ago and all of the desks had notes from them untouched excepted one, which unlike the others, looked like it hasn’t been sitting around for 200 years but was just written and the ink was still wet. If that wasn’t strange enough, the date and writing was all from a time that is long gone. It read “beware of the hidden door that if opened, at all costs you must…”
“Nancy? What are you doing here?” someone said in a very quiet voice that came from a door in a shadow at the back of the class that Nancy could of swore wasn’t there before. It was highly decorated and had a clock on the middle, but it had 10 arms and instead of numbers it had B.C and A.D and years. What was even stranger was the person who called to her. “Otto? Is that you” Nancy said so shocked she fell over and hit her head on the edge of a table and everything seemed to turn black including Ottos face saying “Nancy, stay with me! oh nooooo”.