Elevator Short Story by Steven Poulin 6th Grade ~ Central Vermont Catholic School

One day I was in an elevator, going down to the lobby to use the hotel's computer.  The elevator stopped!  There was only one person in there with me.  He was tall.  He said "The elevator has stopped."  I replied, "Yes, but the doors aren't opening."  That was when the lights went out.  "The hotel must have lost power."  he remarked.  "Yes, and it is very dark in here," I replied. Then he took out tons of glowsticks and the place lit up like daylight.  "Ahh, that's better,"I thanked him.

"So, where are you from?" 

"Vermont, what about you?'

"Australia.  What is your name?"  He inquired.

"Steven."

"Mine is Sean."

"I've always wanted to go to Australia." I stated.

"Did you know there are more sheep than people in Australia?" he said cheerfully.

"No, I did not. Did you know that Vermont is the state htat produces the most maple products in all the United States?"

"Nope, but the real syrup is really good."

"I think so too. I wouldn't rather any other kind.  Speaking of syrup, I'm hungry." he said.

"Me too. Would you like some of my trail mix?"

"Sure."

We kept talking as we ate the trail mix.  "Do you like baseball?" he asked.  "Yes, but I don't play.  I play basketball and track and field."  "Are you good?" he asked.  "I'm ok."

We were trading phone numbers just as the power came back on.  When we reached the lobby, we waved goodbye.  He was going to the airport, to go back to Australia.  I went to the hotel computers.  Then I Googled Australia.

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