Mary and I walked into English class, talking and laughing about our latest inside joke. The bell rings, we find our seats, and we spot the latest subject of gossip throughout the school – a turquoise blue box. I glance over at Andrew, like ‘what is that’? But of course he didn’t know – nobody did, except the teachers.

I examine the box as thoroughly as I could from a few feet away, and so far all I could tell was that it was small, and could fit in a box. I’m quite the detective these days.

“Livi,” Mary whispers from two seats to my left, “what do you think is in there?”

“How am I supposed to know!?”

“Just guess, quick before the teacher comes in!”

“It’s.. uh..” I hurried through a mental list of all the guesses I’ve heard from my friends: paper, pencils, pens, boring things that teachers usually minipulate our minds with. But I decided to think out of the box, “Maybe it’s just another box?”

“Whatever, better than what I had in mind.” Mary and I turn our attention to the teacher that had just walked in