THE FIGHT OF STEVE AND TANK
Steve clenched his fists, his face red as he stood toe-to-toe with Tank in the dusty schoolyard. “Give it back, Tank! It’s mine!” he shouted. Tank just smirked, holding the strange, brass key he’d snatched from Steve’s hand high above his head. “What’s the matter? Gonna cry?” Tank taunted, his friends laughing behind him.
Steve lunged, not at Tank, but at the key. His fingers brushed against it just as Tank stumbled backward. The key flew from Tank’s grasp, spinning through the air. Both boys watched, their fight forgotten, as it landed with a soft clink against a rusty, old door set into the school’s brick wall—a door no one had ever noticed before. To their shock, the key began to glow with a faint, orange light, and the lock clicked open all by itself. A low, groaning sound came from behind the door, and a cold breeze slipped through the crack, making them both shiver 🥶 .
JUST KIDDING STEVE WE ARE FRIENDS RIGHT?👯