My Brother: A Narrative Fiction
“Go to sleep, it’s one in the morning!” Mark said.
I closed my eyes but lied there perfectly still listening for the sound again. I didn’t hear it, but I fell asleep trying to listen for it. The sun woke me up shining on my face from my window because we haven’t put up any curtains in our room yet. We have a lot of other things we have to do on the house since we just moved in. I get out of bed and Mark is still snoring, so I grab my pillow and him in the back and told him he needs to get up or he’s going to be late. We get dressed and go downstairs to eat breakfast. Mom made us pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast for the first day of school. She always makes us a big breakfast on our first …show more content…
He convinced me to go look with him so that it would go faster and gave me a pocket knife to make me feel better. As I opened the first box I realized that it was full of clothes. Mark found books in his box, another box was full of trophies from soccer and basketball. All these boxes were full of someone’s personal things, we decided that it all belonged to the family that was living there before us and they probably just forgot to take this stuff. I opened up the last box and inside it was this other box. The box was small and it had blue lights coming from …show more content…
We looked at each other completely amazed. Mark put it in his pocket and told me not to tell our parents that we found it. When we got back upstairs we ate an early dinner with our parents and told them that all we found was personal items that most likely belonged to the people that lived there before us. Dad said they would throw the boxes away in the morning. Mark and I went into our room and he took the box out of his pocket and set it down on his bed.
“What do you think it does?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, there’s a keypad on the side of the box though and it has eight blanks.” he replied.
“What do you think that means?” I asked him.
“I’m not sure, do you want to try to guess the numbers and see what that does?” he asked me.
“Sure, it can’t hurt anything if we try to open it.” I said.
Mark typed in eight numbers. The lights went off completely and the box started shaking on the bed. Then it opened up and got really big. It was about the height and width of the doorway. It opened just like a door. We opened it and were completely shocked about what we just saw. As we opened the door we noticed that we weren’t in the box we just opened up a door that led to someone’s house.
“What just happened?” I asked