The Cardboard Box's Unsolved Mystery

1. The Box

The young teacher chatted away, boring the class with facts about ancient history. The students sat slouched at their chairs, tapping their pens and sighing in pain. It was another half an hour until the bell, and the students didn't know how they were going to survive. A gloomy atmosphere filled the room. The faded old posters that stuck to the walls sagged with age and their cracked corners were slowly peeling. Every passing minute dragged on for what seemed to be hours. "Luana!" the teacher barked, scaring the class as they instantly sat up straight. The peacefully sleeping girl that sat near the window nearly fell off her chair as she woke up with a startle. Wiping the drool from her chin with shaking hands, she looked fearfully up at the teacher who glared down at the poor girl. "Write what I have written on the board now!" the teacher demanded. The girl nodded and begun writing messily in her book, not being able to control the wobbliness of her hand. The dreaded teacher turned back around and continued with her pointless speech.

After a few unbearable minutes, a noise began to fill the room. It was very soft and distant at first, but soon became loud enough to catch the students' attention. It was a scratchy growling sound with some distant whirring, like an angry cat with a throat full of bees. Heads turned and twisted, searching for the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the back of the room where a pile of boxes were messily stacked to the ceiling. The children whispered amongst themselves. The teacher turned around, her icy, nasty eyes glaring at the children, which instantly silenced them.

However, not long after that, the teacher heard the sound too. She stopped talking and swung her head around to look around the room. The class watched her silently. The teacher clenched her teeth. In the heavy silence the scratching, growling noise became louder, and so did the whirring.

She walked forward menacingly. The students crouched low as she came near. Her eyes bore into the boxes at the back of the room, like a hungry wolf stalking an injured deer. Once she reached the back, she stopped. Her stone cold eyes scanned the boxes. The teacher began pushing them aside, throwing boxes into another messy pile behind her. Items clattered noisily. Students cringed as boxes thumped heavily on the ground lead by the shattering of the glass inside. Nobody made a sound. Every eye in the room was on her. Even a crow watching from the window stared in silence. Finally, one box remained. It was slightly smaller than a shoebox and was tightly sealed with shiny tape. It laid innocently at her feet, begging to be left alone. With a swift bow, the teacher grabbed it into her greedy hands and began to look for an opening. Suddenly, the box shook violently and jumped in her grip. She dropped it with a gasp, unable to cover the shock on her hard, cold face. It hit the ground with a loud thump and began to rattle uncontrollably. A loud grinding noise erupted from the quivering box, like an angry lawnmower. Terror wiped the once confident look on her face away. Breathing heavily, the white-faced teacher took a few shaky steps backwards before turning around and sprinting out of the room in her noisy high heels.

Silence again filled the room, except for the box which continued to growl, but nowhere near as loudly as before. It all happened so fast that the class just sat there, unsure of what to do. All eyes were on the box. It stopped shaking and the noise slowly faded until it came to a complete stop. It sat there like any other box, just as if nothing happened. A brave boy sitting nearest to the box stood and picked it up. He looked around the room at his class mates. They nodded in approval. "Let's see what scared Mrs Jones" said a voice. The boy began unpicking the sticky tape. His fingers were sweaty and they struggled to peel the tape. Don't be scared, he said to himself, it's just a silly box. The class held their breath as he hesitantly lifted the lid. For a moment no one spoke. The boy holding the box looked confused.

"What is it?" asked an impatient voice. A few kids strained their necks to peek inside. Frowning with thought, the boy finally lifted the contents. It was a wound up dog, just like the toys you see toddlers playing with. The class breathed a sigh of relief and let out a giggle. The thought of such a childish thing scaring their intimidating teacher amused them. Just then, the bell rang. The sound of chairs scraping against the carpet and excited chattering filled the room. The kids were eager to escape the dismal classroom and go to lunch. "Stop!" the boy yelled, still holding the toy dog. Still smiling with relief, the class turned to the boy, waiting.

"Who wound up the dog?"

Sooo..... Here's my very first story on wattpad...
Really hope you guys liked it, I wasn't planning on writing anything on wattpad but here you go!
(I honestly hate the book cover but the other took an hour and it still looked like a disastrous mess that a baby could beat with its own food so I just went with something simple) 

- Luana :D