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The Door by Candy Mabra, 11, Blue Springs, Missouri I'm standing in an empty room. Suddenly a door appears in front of me. It looks wonderful, big and oak. It is made of the finest wood. Since I've nowhere else to go, I approach it. I try to turn the knob. It does not open. I kick. I scream. I yell. I turn it once again. It still does not open. That's when I realized no one was there to hear me. I've only a vague idea of how I got here and why. With total doubt, I turn the knob one last time, not thinking what was behind the door or where it would take me. Doubting it would even open, I turn the knob. It opens! I'm taken into a grand room with red carpet and gleaming floors. I am so stunned that I hardly notice that the door I had come through closes and disappears. |