Assignment 1- Short Story

The faint light in the dim janitor's closet lit up the center of the room. It shined on Adam and Jack's faces as they spoke in hushed and anxious whispers.

"I'm telling, it's true. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. I don't know how to explain it. I just..can't control it," Jack said full of frustration.

"You're crazy dude. You need to stop messing around. There's no way it's true," Adam replied.

"Why don't you believe me? I just need to show you. That's the only way you'll believe me. The only way you can understand how I feel," Jack said anxiously awaiting Adam's response.

"This doesn't seem right. There's something else going on here. You're not telling the truth."

"Fine. Then let me show you."

"Okay, sure. Whatever. Just hurry up."

The two boys stepped out of the janitor's closet of their school and into the hallway of rushing students and passerbys franticly trying to get to class. Jack led the way, anxiously anticipating what was waiting for them on the other side of school. They made their way through the campus until they came across a garage. This was where Jack stopped.

"Where are we going, man?" Adam asked.

"Over here. Follow me," Jack said.

The room was dark and eerie. You could almost smell the anticipation that was building up with every beat of Adam's heart. The room was filled with containers and boxes and there was no way to make out the shape of what beheld them in the back. Adam realized he could no longer see Jack. He waited with emphatic anticipation and walked towards the back.

"Jack...this isn't funny. Where are you?"

"Back here. Come closer."

Adam walked towards him until he came across a light. He pulled the light and watched as a brightness filled the room. He looked up and a few inches in front of his face was Jack.

Jack wasn't actually Jack. He was a smiling, real life, actual car. Jack was a car.

Adam needed a moment to process what was going on before he let out a, "WHAT is going on??"

"Told you so," Jack said with a cheeky and mischievous grin on the hood of his..face?


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