The Black Hole

Yesterday I came home from a friend’s place, when, to my utmost surprise, I found that in the middle of the kitchen, with a bang and fizz, a small dark orb had appeared. I gave a shriek and dropped my school bag, and I then backed up against the wall. The small dark hole was made of the blackest substance I had ever seen, and it frightened me. I wondered what it was and from where it had come from.

To test the safety of the sphere, I grabbed a long kitchen spoon and prodded the dark orb with it. The spoon was suddenly sucked from my hand into the blackness and I gave another shout. I backed up against the wall once more and to my surprise I found that the orb was wavering and wobbling in mid-air.

I looked closer and then I discovered the truth: The hole was growing bigger. I felt an odd tugging, as if an unseen wind was pushing me towards the black hole. I resisted and stood still with my back against the wall. Then, all of a sudden, a paper that lay on the kitchen table fluttered, and then flew straight up into the sphere as if driven by a gust of wind. Then, everything went crazy.

Anything small and light instantly whirled around the room, somehow being pulled by the dark sphere above my kitchen table. The vortex of paper and fluff and dust spun around the room a few times before it eventually hit the orb and disappeared.

The hole was ever growing and I panicked and slowly backed out of the room, as I resisted the constantly growing pull of the dark sphere.

My school bag tipped over and several pieces of paper scattered along the room alongside my school books and my pens and pencils. I gave a shout, those books weren’t cheap and I had just finished doing my homework, and I rushed to the phone to call for help. I looked back and saw that the hole was now 2 meters in diameter and still growing. It seemed that the more it grew, the more powerful its pull became.

I discovered, as I struggled to reach the phone, that doing so was like walking straight into a powerful wind. I grabbed the small portable phone, which hung from a small cradle on the wall, and it was instantly sucked out of my hands. The pull increased and I was sucked back into the kitchen. In an attempt to save my life, I leapt for the door handle and barely saved myself.

There I hung onto for dear life, my legs dangling behind me, whenmy little sister walked down the stairs. “What’s going on?” She managed to say, before she was yanked straight into the hole by the awesome pulling of the hole. Then, with an incredible bang, all of the drawers in the kitchen slid open and the contents were hurled around the room, until the black hole soon ate them. I looked back and saw that the orb had almost reached the ceiling, and it was merely a few centimeters from my feet. I deemed my current position unsafe and pulled myself along the door and managed to flatten myself into the living room wall just as the door was wrenched off its hinges.

I forced myself to grip onto the carpet, though my fear was great, and pull myself away from the wall for I knew what the hole would do if I was caught. The hole seemed to expand more rapidly and already the wall behind me was engulfed by it. I feared the carpet would soon rip, so I hastily clawed my way towards the doorframe on the other side of the living room.

As I reached the doorframe the front door burst open and my father, who had just come home from work, stepped into the house. With a shout he tripped and was sucked straight into the hole, his black briefcase following a moment later.

I looked around hastily for anything that might stop this incredible force of nature, then I spied my salvation: An old carton of milk that I had kept behind the sofa for 6 months, so that next April Fool’s day I would be able to trick my sister into drinking it.

I leapt to the couch and managed to grab onto it. With heroic effort I pulled myself behind it, and then grabbed my 6 month old milk. And not a second too soon, for then the couch lurched forwards and disappeared into the large black hole that had completely engulfed the kitchen.

I felt myself lift off the ground and with all of my strength I hurled the old milk straight at the hole. It spun in the air and then disappeared into the blackness. Then time seemed to freeze and I hung in the air, merely inches from the hole. Then there was a flash, and the hole began to rapidly recede, spitting out the objects it had previously engulfed.

Only the 6 month old milk was gross and disgusting enough to cause a black hole to vomit its contents back out. And vomit it did. In a few moments the hole was a tiny speck and then it disappeared with a pop.

I lay dazed on the floor next to my father and I saw the various objects, the black hole had spit back out, strewn about the kitchen. The walls, fridge, couch and table were back in their original positions, but everything else was scattered about messily.

For some reason beyond my understanding, my family blamed me for the destruction (and mess) caused by the black hole, and I was cruelly forced to clean it all up. But as I cleaned it up I noticed that my homework was nowhere to be found.

And that, Mr. Teacher, is why I don’t have my homework with me today.