The Mystery box

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Writers Chronicles
By Eyeshana Henderson

Sup, people call me Chad the chaos cause everywhere I go, things seem to go chaotic. The town says I was born with a curse because on the day of my birth, the town went into flames, the town’s only school closed down, the banks went bankrupt and all the crops dried up so food couldn’t be grown. Oh, and the hospital lights went out. This forced the town to move further up north, to the mountains. Life has been different ever since. I was shunned from the town at the age of 14 and forced to live and fend for my own. I settled in a town called floral’s dale, for a name so sweet the place was vastly far from it having to be alone for centuries. I’ve learned how to grow foods throughout all seasons, how to craft my own tools, how to make clothing and shelter. I opted to live in the woods, away from society and from causing chaos. The story goes like this, after I built my shelter, I mostly stayed indoors sipping hot cocoa writing my novels and then reading them aloud by the warm fire, some I even acted out and recorded it.
Sounds odd, but when you live alone in solitude you get bored, so I use my time to educate myself and to keep my brain full of knowledge. I lived comfortably here for over one hundred years. If you saw me, you’d laugh in my face if I told you I was one hundred and fourteen years old, but I am. I never aged physically, but mentally I have grown much wisdom. I know most of my family is gone, but I am certain I have relatives. I hope one day to visit them and tell the tale of my journey. One stormy night there was a knock on the door, this was a shocker to me as I have never had visitors.
I go out to town once a month to gather everything I need from food, medical, entertainment, toiletries, pretty much all the basics need. I got up and asked, hello? There was no answer, so I sat back down. Another knock came in, I got upset this time and said HELLO! And swung the door open. Rain pouring and wind hitting my face. I glance down and see a box at my door step. It was all wooden and had little symbols on them. I picked it up and closed the door. The fire was knocked out by the fierce wind. So, when I re lit my fire and got all warm again, I tried to open this little puzzle box. I may look the age of a young teen, but remember I am one hundred and fourteen years old. There was a button on the back, which I clicked and then everything went black.
I awoke in my old house again, before it all happened, as infant I watched everything through my own eyes as if I was spectating someone else view. The box was on my neck this time as a necklace, made of leather, but the box was still attached to the necklace, just smaller. I touched it and again it went black, this time to when I was fourteen and got shunned, this time it was a watch in the shape of a box. I must’ve been going insane. I grabbed the box again, but nothing happened. I tried again but nothing. This time I was not able to go anywhere but here. I grabbed my back pack, and headed back to where my family last was. If this was my chance to start over, I’m taking it. I had no winter clothing so I traveled in a thin long sleeve, tan pants and some black sneakers. I have my old backpack that’s green that carries some dry foods, bottles of water, small things needed to survive a few nights in the wild until you found somewhere safe.
I came upon the mountains, half way frozen to death, until I saw tents and some fires. It looked like a little town. The temperatures were beyond cold, I mean it felt like Antarctica. How could anyone settle here. I was half alive when I called out hello? I need assistance, a little girl comes running out to my aid. Are you okay? She runs to one of the tents yelling mama! Papa! There is a frozen boy outside. Two figures come running towards me, and then I black out. I wake up in a warm cozy bed, with dim lights and the smell of cinnamon candles. I wake up to a woman over me, are you alright? We found you on the ice, how did you get here in such conditions? I told them the truth and they laughed in my face, and said I must be suffering from hypothermia. I insisted that I was in fact who I say I was. They told me to get some rest and left me there alone. I could still hear them cackling and laughing at me.
I got so angry the candle knocked over, and set the tent on fire as I tried to run to safety, they zipped the tent up and yelled we know who you are. You’re Chad the chaos, you caused all of that harm and now you’re back to harm again. So, you’ve figured out my little plan I snarled. Smart little flesh balls you are, you have seen by my trick, haven’t you? Of course, we have they yelled to me, you come back every one hundred years, and were always ready for you. You play some innocent helpless child and then try to burn the town down. You fool’s I screamed I have the magic box. I frantically searched for it , where is it!? We removed it from your wrist while you were napping. Nooooooo! I’ll be back again! As the flames went up there was a flash and I woke in my old home, in my chair by the fire writing my novels, sipping my hot cocoa waiting for that knock every one hundred years for my revenge, I’ll be back again.I’ll See you soon.