Shavings of Disaster
Even though it was a pretty Friday afternoon in the spring, I was stuck at my locker in a hallway full of chaos. School was loud and crazy as everyone was packing up for the end of the school week. The ticking of the clock, which said it was 2:15, was completely inaudible above the racket. Unfortunately for me, I was in the middle of it all. My locker neighbor, Hannah, hurried to her locker, which was the next locker immediately to the right of mine. She was juggling eight different textbooks, while trying to avoid our yelling and screaming classmates, who surrounded us. As Hannah tried to stuff all of her books into her locker, I turned to my own blue locker. It was filthy and in desperate need of cleaning.
So I decided to clean out my disgusting locker, but as I was doing this, Hannah fumbled with her books again and dropped every single one of them. I helped her gather them up in her arms again, then left her to attempt putting her books away for the second time as I tried to focus on cleaning. I helped her gather them up in her arms again, and then left her to attempt putting her books away for the second time. I tried to focus on cleaning, so I started out by sorting my school. As I sorted through the various pencils, erasers, rulers, scissors, and glue sticks, I also noticed how full my pencil sharpener was. When I tried to open it up to empty it out, I couldn’t get the cap off. Rattling it didn’t even help me; the lid refused to budge. Finally, I managed to pry it slightly loose, when Tyler came crashing into me.
My hand swung forward, into Hannah, making her drop all eight of her heavy blue textbooks again. They crashed down to the hallway’s tiled white floor. At the same time, my little purple sharpener went flying out of my hand, and I let loose a scream as it sailed through the air. Between my shriek and the crashing fall of Hannah’s books, we’d made sufficient noise to pitch the entire hallway into dead silence. Everyone stood still, their eyes boring down upon us, and the silence seemed to last for all of eternity. The long silence was only broken when the fire alarm blared in our ears. All at once, commotion erupted and everyone seemed to snap out of a trance. Kids began running back and forth around the hallway, in frantic attempts to find their way out of the building through their panic. Then came the teachers. They yelled for order and fired instructions in every direction, herding us out of the building, and into the safety of the parking lot, the designated safety area in the event of an emergency. I ended up being the last kid to walk outside through our school’s large blue double doors.
Just as I came out through the entrance, our principal Mr. Langston announced that it was a false alarm and we had been cleared by the town’s Fire Department to go back inside. With everyone assured that it was safe, we eagerly headed indoors. As soon as the teachers had gone back to their classrooms, everyone was yelling again. When I’d somehow managed to push through the large crowd of kids gathered around, I got back to work. I rapidly started sorting everything once more, and I was down to the last thing to deal with: my pencil sharpener. That’s when my eyes laid upon the bottom of my locker. Pencil shavings layered the floor of my locker like a rug would a floor. The pencil sharpener must have slammed against my locker, causing it to be cracked open through the excitement of the fire alarm.
Picking up some shavings, I was just minding my own business, when the athletic classmate of mine, Tyler, came crashing into me again, because he was attempting to catch a football. The football smashed into the clock, and my finger flew down into the pencil shavings at the bottom of my locker, sending a stinging rush of pain to shoot up through my finger. My eyes widened as blood gushed out of my poor little throbbing finger. I let loose my second loud scream today, and became extremely frantic. I started to walk down to the nurse’s office, but the pain was excruciating, so I broke into a jog that quickly morphed into a sprint to get there as quickly as possible, for I feared I may not survive otherwise.
In the small, stuffy, nurse’s office the nurse made me feel much better. Immediately after I’d thanked her and said my goodbyes, I left the small office. I let out a long pent up sigh of relief. Just then, the school bell rang. It was perfect timing; right after the nurse had cured my dreadful splinter, school was over. I couldn’t wait until I got onto the calm safety of our nearly-empty Bus 8. For the trip back to my locker, I was very cautious about not to get into anybody- or any football’s- way again. Dodging the crowd of kids who were surging out of the school building, I returned to my locker to find it neat and organized. Some nice kid must have cleaned it out for me.
I packed up my green backpack, slung it across my shoulder, and ran out of School for the last time this school year. I arrived outside at the same time my bus did. Climbing aboard, I felt my energy drain away as I sat down on the safe, splinter-free bus seat. Today had been one hectic last day of 9th grade, but now it was over.

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