#OpenTheDoorChallenge

Chapter One

"My fellow Americans, this is your president speaking. With great remorse, fear, and urgency, I am begging you all to stay away from doors. And by doors, I mean every single door you can think of."

James and Sierra looked at his phone in confusion. Since when did the president ever do this before?

"With the way it started vibrating, I thought it was a Amber Alert or something... but why doors?" Sierra mused, eyeing the elevator doors in front of her. They had a long, yet quick ride down, with them working from the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city and all.

"Beats me." James said with a shrug.

"With a heavy heart, to all of those who are currently on an elevator or near automatic doors..."

The elevator was mere seconds away from the lobby floor. Mere seconds away from opening. Why did Sierra's heart drop as the numbers on the elevator display drew closer to one?

"I'm truly sorry. May God be with you."

Ding!

James frowned as the elevator stopped on their floor, the doors giving the telltale sounds of beginning to open, "Come on baby, don't worry about this door nonsense. We gotta go make sure that our kids are go-."

X.X.X.

(With Andre and his friends)

All eyes were on the TV.

"What kind of dumb shit is this? We can't open doors now?" Andre asked with a good amount of skepticism.

Beside him, Mason shrugged his shoulders, "This is what happens when you elect a dumbass into office, he uses his presidential powers to say dumb shit." he leaned forward to prop himself up on his knees with his elbow, rolling his eyes at the screen, "Like what kind of shit could happen if we open a door?"

"I dunno, but I do know one thing." Grant said from the floor, "I'm ready to hit this party up later on tonight! Dre, why we wasting time man? Go grab ya dad's liquor, we need to pregame. I know James and Sierra keep that good shit on standby."

Giving Grant a dry look, Andre nudged him with his foot, adding enough force to roll him over, "'I'm on babysitting duty, remember? Can't go until my folks get back from work, so just sit tight, nigga."

"Please, I'm urging you all to take this seriously. If a door is open, do not let it close. If it is closed, do not, I cannot stress this enough, do not open it. We are doing our best to mobilize and get you all out of wherever you are. Help is on the way."

Looking at the TV, Grant sucked his teeth. Whatever this was, it couldn't be that bad, "First you telling me to sit tight, then that jackass telling everybody to sit tight. If this ain't dead, I don't know what is." he sighed, crawling over to the other couch to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at the three girls there, "At least y'all here and y'all cute. I'd be mad if it was a straight sausage fest with kids and ugly girls."

Cheri rolled her eyes as she kicked at Grant's face, partly in annoyance and partly in jest. She knew he'd dodge her attempts, but it was still warranted, "Nigga was that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked rhetorically, scrolling down her timeline, "The memes have already started, some of these shits are wild, y'all."

"Damn," Ashley whistled, clearly impressed, "The alert thingie literally just came out and they already on it. Lemme go see what they look like..." she said while pulling her phone out of her bra.

"Damn, I wish I was that phone..." Mason mumbled under his breath. All she wore were form fitting dresses, so instead of using pockets, her bra held her phone.