by Wyatt Mosiman, junior writing coach
Dramatic Accurate Retelling of the Night Our White Board Went Missing
It was a dark night. Though not stormy, it was certainly dark. Two individuals slunk through the barren halls of Minnetonka High School, slowly making their way to the Writing Center. Their movements calculated, they entered and exited undetected, taking with them a defenseless victim, the Writing Center’s beloved White Board. The pair altered the innocent Board against its will, displaying their message of hate: “Staff only beyond this point.”
It was then brought into an emptied hallway and left alone. Soon, people began to arrive in large numbers wearing extravagant suits of black and white and dresses tailored especially for the occasion. It was then the poor, immobile Board realized its fate: it was to single-handedly guard the commons from the chaos of the homecoming dance.
At first it felt fear.
“What is to become of me?” it thought. “Why have I been chosen for this task?”
Then it felt dread, as more people than it had ever seen in its life trickled into the building in an unending line.
“Where do these people come from?” it wondered. “How could I stop them all?”
Then it felt terror, witnessing guests in their strange, ornate attire approach.
“When will these people leave? Do they wish to pass me? For if that is what they wish, there is surely nothing I can do to stop them,” it thought, every second growing more dismayed with fright.
After many an hour of this unyielding torture, the Board, exhausted from its stress, fell into a variable slumber, slipping in and out of consciousness. As it slept, it dreamt of the Writing Center, simply hoping to return to its home after such unwarranted suffering.
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When it awoke, the Board found itself not in the Writing Center, but in an unfamiliar room, much smaller and more confining than it would have preferred. Being without functioning appendages, the Board could not move and was therefore forced to accept its fate for the time being, hoping that a Savior would come.
And come a Savior did. The Board’s friends were shocked when they did not find it sitting in the Writing Center, as it usually does. They shook their heads in mourning, hoping the Board would return the next day. The Savior, however, was determined to find and rescue the Board; a meager head-shake-and-hope would simply not suffice.
Seeking out the highest authority, the Savior journeyed to the Main Office to converse with the Great Principal of Minnetonka High School. Using vast powers of wisdom, the Great Principal of Minnetonka High School was able to inform the Savior that the Board was being held captive in the fortified Student Government Room.
The Savior set out at once to liberate the Board. Stealthily, the Savior crept towards the forbidden room, when out of thin air appeared a Student Government Representative. The Student Government Representative demanded to know the Savior’s business. The Savior diligently told the truth, explaining the plan of liberating the helpless Board. Unexpectedly, the Student Government Representative grew sympathetic to the Savior’s cause. Together, they freed the Board and hoisted it triumphantly upon their backs as they returned home.
Content to be reinstalled in its previous place of dwelling, there it waits untroubled to this day. The Board stands ready to carry a message on itself, carefully written by its friends.