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the box. Sometimes, she d see a beautiful picture in a book, hear a lovely piece of music and that would go into the box too. VanGogh s Sunflowers was in the box and so was Edvard Munch s The Scream. That was her favorite painting of all. Jane had a few notes of Brahams Hungarian Dance No. 5 in there because if you ve got to hear a Hungarian dance, you better hear that one. And she smiled the day she put John Lennon s Imagine in there and Sheryl Crow s The Globe Sessions would be in there until her sister realized that her CD was missing. When she was absolutely sure that absolutely no one was watching her, Jane would carefully creak open the pencil box and peer inside. She had to be very careful that no one saw her open that pencil box because when she opened the box, the inside

shone. Inside the box, an eternal glowing light, bright as the sun, almost blinding radiated. Jane, as special of a child that everyone said she was, did not know what the light was, where it came from. It was a beautiful light. It was a magical energy. But she had no idea what it was. She gave up trying to describe it in first grade and now just kept stuffing stickers and her folded pieces of paper into the box, carefully sliding them into the glow when absolutely nobody was watching her. And sometimes, when absolutely nobody was around, she d steal a glimpse into the lovely shining box, just to feel the warmth of that energy. One day she was sure she d find out what it was all about and she was willing to wait for that day. Jane didn t have to wait too long for that fateful

day. The day started out with a surprise. Jane walked into the classroom, faded purple backpack slung over one shoulder (even though they said on 20/20 that everyone should carry their backpacks over two shoulders in order to avoid back trouble) and instead of Mrs. Terada welcoming her from behind a pair of tiny glasses, perched on the end of her nose, a big bald man whose legs and tummy seemed to be spilling out of Mrs. Terada s tiny chair gave Jane a bored stare. He didn t even say good morning. Imagine that. Who are you? asked Jane, not… The rest of the paper is available free of charge to our registered users. The registration process just couldn’t be easier.Log in or register now. It is all free!324