The Button

Have you ever heard of my crazy, mean teacher?  He tries to act funny but isn’t.  Don’t worry, no one really likes him.  Now, the worst part of my day, entering the classroom.  

“You’re late again!” the teacher shouted.  

“Chill,” I said.  

“Go and get a book,” he said.  As I went to the book corner I saw a light shining like stars from behind the books.  I tried to move the books but they wouldn’t move.  I saw a rope strangling the books; I cut the rope with some scissors and finally moved the books out of the way.  My mouth dropped when I saw the red button.  I looked around to see if anyone was looking but they were all listening to the teacher.  I could tell they weren’t enjoying the nonsense facts about space.  

I turned back towards the button and I thought to myself, “Should I press it or not?”  My shaking hands slowly went towards the button but I moved my hands back; I was really tempted by the redness, the shinyness, I had to press it.  As soon as I pressed the button everything went dark.  I knew I shouldn’t have pressed it.  I thought to myself, “What have I done?” 

Meanwhile, with my teacher, who sat in his now empty classroom he took a sip of his coffee and said, “Where are my students?  I guess I will go home now.”