"Push or Pull" by Paige Richter

It was a brisk autumn day with a light breeze, in the city of Wichita. Yellow and orange leaves enveloped the ground. The feeling of fall was in the air and there were birds singing from the tree tops. With fall comes the chore of having to rake the leaves, and that chore belonged to Aaron Thompson. Aaron Thomson was a 12 year old boy with shaggy brown hair that covered his hazel green eyes. You could stare at him all day and never see him frown; he’s just one of those joyful people. The thing about Aaron though, is he gets distracted very easily. He had tried at least six other times to rake the leaves. The problem is every time he’d try to rake the heaps of golden leaves, he’d get sidetracked. 

Aaron walked over to the shed to get the rake. As he approached the worn down, rust colored shed, chills were sent up his spine. There was a small hole in the side of the shed about the size of a golf ball, allowing him to see in. There were giant cobwebs covering the tools, and everything was shielded with a coat of dust. Aaron had to be careful when he opened the door as there were splinters covering the shed like thorns on a rose bush. Aaron swung open the door of the shed and walked in to find the rake. As soon as Aaron grasped the handle of the rake, he turned around to get out of the odious shed as fast as possible only to hear the sound of the door slamming shut. 

Aaron pushed on the door, but it didn’t budge. Aaron pushed on the door harder, and it didn’t even move an inch. The feeling of trepidation overwhelmed him. He was stuck, for who knows how long! Not knowing what else to do Aaron pushed on the door until he ran out of breath. He had made no progress at all, whatsoever. 

His mom wouldn’t be home until at least six o’clock, and according to Aaron’s watch it was a little after ten. Aaron knew that unless he wanted to be in the shed for the next eight hours he had to think of some other plan. Obviously trying to pry the door open with his scrawny pale arms was out of the question. Aaron started to think of something when his eyes rested on that hole in the side of the shed.

Aaron knew the hole wasn’t big enough for him to get through, yet. He figured if he could just hammer at that hole, it would become big enough for him to squeeze his stick figure self through. 

Aaron found a worn out hammer on the top shelf of the shed covered in grimy cobwebs. He reached over to grab the hammer, hoping this would be his way out. As he clutched the handle of the hammer, a light brown spider crawled across the back of his hand. He let out a tumultuous scream and immediately dropped the hammer on his foot. He grabbed his foot and started hopping around on one foot like a human pogo stick. He started hopping backward and fell flat on his rear end. 

Aaron decided that the hammer was bad luck, so the hammer plan was retired. 

Today was Saturday, he was supposed to have raked the leaves, which probably would have only taken him and hour, and then he was going to ride bikes. Instead where is he, stuck in a shed for probably the next six hours until his mother got home. 

Aaron started to throw the rocks harder and harder at the door, it may not have helped at all with the situation, but it was helping him relieve his anger. He threw rocks for another hour until his arm couldn’t pick up another rock. 

He now had five more hours until his mom would be home. He had only been in the shed for three and a half hours, but the amount of time seemed interminable. 

Aaron decided to try one more thing. He started to scream for help even though he was pretty sure that no one was around to hear his girly screams. He screamed and shouted, “Help, help!” and no one came, but he kept screaming anyway. He didn’t care if there wasn’t anyone within a 100 miles, he was going to keep shouting.

As Aaron kept screaming for help, the screams turned into shouts, the shouts turned into a regular talking voice, the talking voice turned to whispers, and eventually there was nothing coming out of Aaron’s mouth. He soon started to doze off. 

A couple of hours later, Aaron woke up to the sound of his mother’s white SUV pulling into the driveway. Aaron got so excited, he was finally going to get out of this shed after eight hours. He started shouting again, but this time he knew someone was around. 

“Please, Mom, help me! I’ve been stuck in this shed all day and I just don’t know what to do! Please, help!”

Aaron’s mom heard his cries for help and quickly rushed over to the shed. She easily pushed the door open from the outside. Aaron rushed out and embraced his mom in a hug for saving him from the shed. He realized something was off though. When she got him out of there the door swung towards him not away. Aaron realized this could only mean one thing; it was a pull door, not a push door. 

Aaron’s mom gave him a look of confusion as if to say, “how the heck did you get stuck in there, it wasn’t locked.” 

Aaron just said, “I’ll explain the whole thing to you inside.”

Aaron definitely isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

 

© Paige Richter, Colorado Springs School

 

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