By Anam Fathima, Class 6, Al Qamar Academy , Chennai
The door was closed. I had to open it and step into the unknown. I had to do it, if not for my good, the crews’. I stood and cried, letting the tears run freely. "I did not care”. Then I mustered up the little courage I had together and allowed myself to open the door. It was locked. "Thank Goodness for that!” I said, in relief.
But still, there was that nagging thought at the back of my mind. It kept troubling me. I finally gave way to it though I did not want to. I had to open the door I looked around at the mess I had become so familiar with in the past three months. With no-one to clean it, it had become a junk yard. I began to shuffle through to where the few useful things lay in the centre. Our boss does not like to litter space.
So much for littering our whole space ship is full of it. I sighed at the mention of my boss. I reminded myself what I was doing was helping him. Then I felt much better. Suddenly, a thought struck me "How did everyone get out?” Not without a key, I knew. Well, now I could get out too.
I almost felt eager to leave. I reached for the interchangeable keys in the spaceship. For a moment something familiar struck me, but then it went out. I tried all the keys until I got to the last one. It was so beautiful. I could not take my eyes off it. I tied it. The lock turned, it was like a dream. The key somehow calmed me. I opened the door a crack. An eye peered at me.