Dewey, Raymond, and Jimmy, first saw it. The crack in the sidewalk. It hadn’t been there that morning. They wondered what happened to cause the crack. It wasn’t very big, so after a little while, they blew it off, and went on about their day.
The next day, on the way to school, they noticed that the crack had grown bigger, and now there was some kind of blue stain inside of it. They weren’t worried, but just curious on what caused it. Blue paint? No, it couldn’t be that. They talked bout it on the way to school.
On the way back home, they saw that crack had grown even bigger. Now you could actually see down it a little ways. Everything looked dark, so you couldn’t see much. All of a sudden, they felt a strong vibration. An earth quake! In Chicago? No way! They hurried home.
After dinner they met up to go check out the crack again. It was Friday, so there was no school the next day. Wow. The crack had grown even bigger. “What are you dweebs looking at?” It was Sylvester. The neighborhood bully. A lot of lunch money was given up to him, at the threat of a punch in the head. He had his group of cronies to do his bidding, helping to terrorize the neighborhood, but Sylvester was the undisputed ringleader. His cronies weren’t with him now, but he didn’t need them. He held out his hand, and glared at the fellas. This meant that he wanted money, and they had better give it to him, or else. They reluctantly started digging in their pockets for whatever change they could find.
All of the sudden, the ground started trembling. The fellas jumped back, but Sylvester froze. You could see the fear in his eyes. They yelled at him to jump back, but he just stood there. The bully was frozen in his tracks. All of the sudden, the crack in the sidewalk opened wide. Sylvester tried to keep his balance, but to no avail. The ground trembled a little more, causing the crack to widen a little more, and Sylvester fell in. He grabbed the side of the hole.
The fellas ran over and tried to pull him up. He looked up at them, and grabbed Jimmy’s pants leg, and tried to pull him in. Jimmy jumped back which loosened Sylvester’s grip, and he fell in. As he fell, the fellas could hear his scream, which seemed to sound farther and farther away. “You stupid Dweeeeeeeebs!!!”
All of the sudden, the ground trembled once more, violently this time, and the hole was gone. “Well, that’s that.” Jimmy said, glad that Sylvester wasn’t able to pull him in. They all looked at each other, and headed to the store to buy some candy, thankful that they hadn’t given their money to Sylvester.
Mrs. Robertson gave the story back to Jimmy. “You have quite an imagination.” She told him. She had just finished reading his story to the class. Mrs. Robertson’s sixth grade class did this every Thursday, for Language Arts. Everyone had one hour to write a story on a topic Mrs. Robertson would choose. This week, the subject was, “Crack in the sidewalk.”
After the hour was up, she would read all of the stories to the class, and they would pick the best one. “Why’d you make me the bully?” Sylvester asked. Sylvester was Jimmy’s best friend, along with Raymond and Dewey. He put them in all of his stories. “Well class. What do you think?” Mrs Robertson asked. Everyone gave him an eight or nine, except for Darlene. She gave him a five. She was just jealous. “Ok class.” Mrs. Robertson continued. “Now we’ll read Rita’s story. “It was a dark and stormy night, when lightning from the sky struck the sidewalk in front of my house…………