I walked at a brisk pace as I strode down the congested airport terminal. I bobbed and weaved through many others who seemed to be in no rush. I gripped my suitcase tightly as I glanced at it to make sure nothing had harmed it. What was inside there could maybe be one of the tremendous feats in the entire world. I came to a sudden halt as I approached the enormous line in front of me.
“Oh, no,” I said to myself, “Security is never this long.” I glanced at the end of the line all the way across the room. My phone buzzed. Flight leaves in 35 minutes it read. I gulped. There was no turning back now.
Minutes (even though it felt like hours) later, I arrived at the front of the line where I was moments away from getting that much closer to the flight. I held up my wrist and peered down at my watch. 17 minutes had passed, and I was dangerously close to missing my flight, moreover missing my chance at life. The security guard suddenly looked in my direction and gestured to step up now. I took a deep breath as I let go of my suitcase for the first time in about of a week. I let it go though the security belt as I stepped up to an x-ray machine, I said a prayer and winced. I just worried what would happen if they assumed there was something dangerous inside it. I cringed and shut my eyes as I waited for the blaring, screeching security alarm to go off. Nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief as I located my suitcase and went on my way.
Sitting down on the cushioned, warm seat at the airport was a comfort I hadn’t enjoyed in a while. I manually held my phone as I caught up on my favorite show (which I am was now very behind). Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded sudden as I froze in terror and whipped around. Three security officers were sprinting at me with weapons drawn, their eyes locked on my suitcase. There was nothing left to do except let them surround me. They grabbed my suitcase and barked for me to get on my knees and put my hands up. I did as ordered, but I wasn’t losing my life’s work that provoked me to go bankrupt.
“You don’t understand,” I pleaded, “nothing is harmful inside this suitcase. It is a discovery that will change the world,” they laughed sarcastically.
“Yeah, I bet,” they replied as they locked my arms up in handcuffs.
I awoke suddenly to a loud screeching noise. My eyes opened, and I took in my surroundings. I was in a solitary cell with a toilet and a sink. There were two guards outside the cell that were opening my door. As far as I could remember, I was only in the jail for a night.
“Right this way.” The guard said to be as he pointed to where they were standing. I sat up and walked unsteadily to them. They were both completely silent as they escorted me to an undisclosed location. We took a left turn and went to the end of the hallway where there was a single door. One of the guards went up to the door and typed in a long, complex password. The red light turned green and there was a click. The guard swung the door open and escorted me through. The room was dimly lit, but I could see a person sitting down at the other side of the table. I sat down at the other side of the table, and the guard took off my handcuffs. He removed the handcuffs and walked away. I heard the door open and close and the man cleared his throat. “Good morning Mr. O'SHannessy, my name is Dr. Williams. I am here to see you on the contrary of your suitcase, rather, what’s inside it. Have you really found a cure for cancer?” I smiled, relieved that my life’s work was finally being looked upon with seriousness.
“Doc,” I said, “I believe the answer to your question is indeed yes.”
By: Owen - Grade 8
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