Caroline H.

Tiuseco
FA-CW113.1

January 27, 2016

The Missing Keys

QUIET!!!
The Big Man shouted at us. His booming voice echoed through the cafeteria halls like rolling
thunder. A plastic chair was lying limp on the floor after it was sent flying across the room by
The Big Man. Band practice had just ended, and everyone had been busy tidying up the place;
stacking up the chairs into even piles, and arranging the music stands in neat rows.
Now, The Big Man said with an unusually soft voice, quite unlike the tone of his previous
outburst, does anybody know where my keys are?
I gulped. Sweat formed into bullets on my and everyone elses forehead. With his big round
belly teeming with anger about to erupt like a volcano, The Big Man slowly walked towards
my direction. Tiny hands trembled. Knees locked into place and feet planted on the floor.
Was I the last one to use the keys to the storage room? Did I return it properly? Did someone
else take it? What is he going to do to me? Oh, anything but detention; I thought to myself.
His eyes narrowed upon reaching my small spot. I could feel everyones eyes on us. I braced
myself, felt a warm hand on my shoulder and a hard gaze on my face. Then, with his face
only inches away from mine, The Big Man asked me,
Where are my keys?
The End