The Door.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. It almost seems as if the more i look at it, the slower its going to go. This is the worst part. Its ten minutes before the bell and i just can't take my eyes of its face. Its thin needle body glides around its surface, slower and slower and slower until it appears time must have stopped. I start coming back into reality, escaping my mid day dream and the zoning out on the clock just in time to notice everyone around totally silent and staring right at me. The teacher says, “well Mr. Morse, what's the answer?” Oh shoot, i did it again. I have this thing with loosing all interaction with the physical world and just sort of clocking into this place in my mind were my eyes go blank and my thoughts light up. This time i had missed a question being asked right before i clocked back into reality. “Umm” i scratch my cheek and try playing it off like I'm trying to think of the answer, i figure if i pretend long enough they'll move on to someone else in the class. Well luckily for me i wouldn't have to play it off for too long. We were all just kinda sitting there in class when Mr. Whosists, the principle, comes to the door and flags out our teacher. “Keep working, you still have 6 minutes” says Mr. Grumble as he walks to the classroom door and out into the hallway. Of course as soon as the door clicks shut everyone sits back in there chairs and relaxes. No one really pays attention when the principle comes around, he really makes no face around school. He spends most of his time in his office, fusing with papers and writing letters. The talking starts, and like always, slowing increases until the classroom sounds like the audience of a rock concert. Mr. Grumble comes back in the door, “everyone quite down NOW” he says agitatedly. “We'll be taking a trip outdoors when the bell rings, do not go to your lockers, do not stop to talk to your friends, head straight out the back doors and across the fields, no questions asked you understand”? Most classrooms probably took there teachers for jokes when they told them this but not a lot of people stand up against Mr. Grumble, he pisses people off, but is to intimidating to do anything against. We all just nod, look about at each other baffled, stood up, and walked out the classrooms. To my surprise the hallways were already full, people silently walking towards the door, the most people i've seen in the hallway, the quietest i've heard the hallways. Its like, some sort of unnatural phenomena, everyone just walked, like zombie corpses being shepherd in a big, dead, mob. My mind raced, what is going on? I for one am no sucker to the hubbub of masked controversies, i've seen all the happenings on the History Channel and was not about to let myself fall victim of one, so i drew from the mob. I slipped myself into the bathroom door smooth and secretly and locked myself into one of the stalls. I propped myself upon the wall and listen to the ever fading stampede of the lifeless army parade out until all was silent. I felt the cost was clear so i slipped out from the bathroom and snaked my way down the halls looking for a reason. Nothing seamed apparently different with the exception of the student-less classrooms and the eerie quite halls. I'm not about to give up, i'll keep searching until i find the answer. I start thinking to myself what if it was a bomb threat? What if i explode? But each time i reassure myself oxbow is not a type of place that has the capability of breading bomb constructors. Its been a few hours now, the suns going down and the distant chatter of students faded onto to growling gut of the school buses and drove off stuffed a while ago. I sat in a wheelie chair in the main office. I'm tired, i've looked this whole school over at least 50 times, theres nothing here. I was about to head out when i notice a door that i had not seen before. sitting between an American flag and two chairs was a large, bulky purple door. That looks promising i thought to myself as i approached the door my hand got clammy, and my legs got week. What was behind that door, what would i find. Would there me some sort of toxic waste, maybe creatures being born from it, or perhaps the school was a cover for some sort of mass evil psycho-scientist and they created an untamable beast that now knows this room as home. Either way i was scared. i put my hand on the cold gray sphere and begin to turn. the hinge lets out a few cries before giving up and peeling open. Its dark in the room, i can't see anything. I fuss around the walls looking for a light switch or something, i find out. i slowly pry it up. BAM lights bath over what i find to be.....a plain, un-interesting storage room. I hate this! there's obviously nothing special about this place, I'm just gunna go home. I slink my way out the door, then stop and go back to flick off the switch. And in doing so i notice something. There are two switch's, but one light in this room...? In curiosity i clank the second switch up to find it did something so amazingly, outstandingly, unbelievably...predictable. The switch did nothing. Now disappointed that they beat me, they were able to hide the secret of what was going on i just wanted to go home. I flicked the lights and headed out. I went to walk through the office and i noticed something. There was a little dust and dirt coming from beneath Mr. whosists door. I walk over and creak the door open and peer inside. His desk had been flattened to rubble and various shards of debris lay strewed out amongst the floor. Suspended from the ceiling like a god send was a flight of stairs that must have come down from the flick of that switch because I'm certain they were not there before. My heart races and my adrenaline pounds, walking up the stairs i find a door, jet black door with what looked to be designs for royal kings and queens wrapped around the outside trim painted in purples and golds. Opening the door i'm revealed to a huge field, filled with a sea of greens, purples, and blues. A sun glares down watching over it. My face lights up, i didn't know what to do. I slammed the door closed locking out the field in fear that i may use it all up, that it may be a temporary thing. I build up my courage and swing the door open, my face drops to shock. Now no longer am i peering out onto a beautiful field but instead out to space. An endless dance floor of stars lay before me. I slammed the door clothes again. What have i found?