Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25891880-20150429013838

Jake was a new student at a middle school in Texas. He was about fourteen, had brown hair, and was a pretty small kid. Coming from Colorado, he wasn't very used to the different style society had there. He wasn't used to meeting new kids in his new neighborhood, either. So he was shy as a rabbit.

On his first day of school, Jake decided to meet up with the kids in his class and make friends. He a little early to class, so he got to choose which seat he wanted. He always liked to be in the front, so he chose the front desk to sit in. The classroom didn't look that bad, in fact, he liked it. There were many dark wooden desks, the teacher's desk, a few school-related posters, and an old black chalkboard. That old chalkboard may have been the oldest looking thing in class to him. Soon the class was filled with kids, some small, some large. By then, Jake heard a screeching sound. It seemed to have come from the chalkboard. “Don’t worry kids.” Mrs. Patty, our teacher, finally said. “It’s just the coffee running from the classroom on the other side.” He sighed, what with hearing all that agitating noise. The teacher strolled to her desk, trying not to muddle up her new skirt. Class had begun.

When the first period was over, everyone hurried to get out first to be able to claim their favorite seat in the next class. Jake was the last one to get up from his seat, but then he dropped his books. As he was gathering his books, he heard a noise. A slight tapping noise, as if there were beads bouncing off the walls. It was coming from that chalkboard. He put his ear up against it, then the chalkboard fell silent. Weird, he thought to himself.

That night while he was in bed, Jake could not help but think about that chalkboard. A curious kid he was! He was filled with interest about what was in that ancient board. He decided to ask the next morning what was in that chalkboard. Of course, that was a weird question for Mrs. Patty. “’What’s in the chalkboard’?” She said, with a pause afterward. “I haven’t the slightest clue what’s in that worn-out chalkboard. Probably wood.”

During class, the kids were learning about math (Mrs. Patty taught math, so this was the math room). Jake and his new friends chose to right the answer to a question on the board. As he was writing on the chalkboard, Jake felt rapid tapping. He was getting a little nervous when he felt this. He asked his friends to feel it, but they didn’t know what he was talking about. After class, he decided to ask the teacher in the room, opposite of the chalkboard. She said that the only thing she ever made a noise of was with the coffee and nothing else. This is getting crazy, he thought.

One day, Jake was yet again one of the last to leave his class to go home. He was not going on the bus because his mother agreed to take him home. As soon as the teacher left, Jake made his way to the chalkboard to find out where this noise was coming from. But unfortunately, he tripped on his untied shoelaces, and stamped his head through the chalkboard. This created a chain of events, causing the entire chalkboard to collapse from the wall. The silence has finally broken.

There was a wall of beehives all inside the area where the chalkboard once was. There were Africanized bees everywhere. They came out of their tiny holes, soon swarming all over the poor boy and the classroom, stinging him on every inch of his body. The vicious miniature beasts flew inside his mouth, his ears, his eyes, simply any place with a hole. And so, the silence never, never, never returned to that old chalkboard ever again.  