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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "The Magic Tunnel"
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Subject: STORY:: The Magic Tunnel
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The Magic Tunnel
By Terri Davis
Billy arrived before anyone else that morning to sit on
the stone steps leading to the boy's entrance of Westvale
Street School. Where having nothing else to do, he took the
small rock that he had picked up on the way, out of his
pocket to toss it back and forth from hand to hand watching
how the morning sun glittered on the glass like crystals
buried into the iron heavy rock. After a few moments of
this exercise he became tired of it and wondered what else
he could do to pass the time before the class bell rang.
He decided to get up and look around the schoolyard.
So he stuffed the rock back into his pocket and walked about
the school yard hoping to find a lost rubber ball or some-
thing else interesting.
As he approached the building again he noticed a smooth
granite slab embedded into the brick wall close to the door.
It had the number "1890" chiseled into it.
`Wow, this school is old!' Billy thought trying to fig-
ure out just how old it really was. He knew that it was
1959, so 59 plus ten from the last century was 69. Sixty-
nine years! That was older than his grandfather.
He walked along close to the building studying the red
bricks and thinking about how wonderful it was that these
same bricks were still there after all those years and
hadn't broken up. He looked upwards at the granite-framed
windows with many panes, some with pictures taped on to them
drawn by the children in the various grades. Billy thought
about the children, who must have been 20, 30, or even 40
years ago, that were now grown up and drove cars and had
children of their own.
Billy was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly
noticed that the schoolyard was filling up with kids. A
classmate named Larry surprised him from his thoughts by
tapping him on the shoulder and asked him if he wanted to
play touch football.
Billy never turned down an opportunity to play foot-
ball. So he ran back with Larry to where the other boys
waited. But, when Larry counted out the guys it turned out
that there were nine, one too many to play. Therefore,
someone would have to sit out the game. Billy volunteered,
with thoughts about continuing his exploration of the school
building grounds.
He stood by and watched a couple of plays and then left
to walk to the bush hedged wall of the building where the
kids didn't go so often. He squeezed behind the fire escape
wondering if, just maybe, a boy back around 1925 (about the
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time his dad went there) had carved his name onto a brick.
He found none; however, he had to stop looking because he
had almost reached the girl's side of the schoolyard, and
boys weren't allowed on that side.
He paused and watched the girls at play. A lot of them
were jumping rope while holding their colorful skirts and
lacy petticoats with one wrist as they skipped through the
loop being swung by two girls holding the ends of the rope
and shouting a skipping chant. A couple of girls were
throwing a soft inflated ball back and forth underhanded
style causing Billy to wonder what it must be like to be a
girl, to play so gently.
Just then the class bell rang and all the pupils filed
into the school. It was a busy morning in Billy's class
starting with math drill sheets handed out as a surprise
quiz. Billy did his quickly, but he would have been even
faster if it hadn't been for Jill, the girl who sat behind
him, who whispered things he couldn't hear while she gig-
gled. Billy would turn around to "Shhh" here with his
finger in front of his mouth, but she just giggled in
delight of attracting his attention.
Following the quiz Mrs. Wilkins began to write the
problems and answers out on the blackboard until she began
to clear space by erasing the previous day's lesson only to
have her eraser separate from its back in a loud clatter of
three pieces hitting the blackboard rail in a cloud of chalk
dust that sprayed all over her before the pieces hit the
floor causing the kids to burst into delighted laughter as
she brushed her dark suit off.
Mrs. Wilkins frowned towards the class to reestablish
her authority over the children while she walked over to her
desk to check for another eraser. Finding none she went to
Billy's desk.
"William, downstairs in the basement, across from the
boys' locker room is the storage room where Mr. Jakubauskas
keeps some school supplies. There should be some erasers
there. Would you please go and bring me a new one?"
"Yes, ma'am," Billy responded knowing that Mrs. Wilkins
liked him and trusted him to run such errands.
Slipping from his seat he made his way from the class-
room to the boys' hall staircase where he repeated her
instructions in his mind as he walked down the familiar
steps taking a little jump at each half landing turn with
his hands in his pocket using his elbows for balance each
time.
Each time he jumped he felt the heavy rock in his right
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pocket as he thrust his hand into the pocket, and the rock
seemed to be warmer to the touch. At the bottom of the last
flight he looked down the darkened hallway.
"Across from the boys's locker room," he repeated aloud
to himself while he walked down the corridor studying the
wall opposite of where the boys' locker room was. Despite
his sharp eyes he walked all the way to the end of the hall
without seeing a single door to a storage room. "Was Mrs.
Wilkins wrong?"
He turned around to return down the hallway for another
look. As he walked back down the dark corridor he realized
that there was no door opposite of the boys locker room side
of his passage way! Just as he was about to reach the
stairway he noticed a very narrow hallway on the side where
the storage room was supposed to be, hidden by dark shadows.
Where was he?
He wondered why he had missed it the first time. Some-
thing was very wrong. But, maybe it did lead to a storage
room? SO, he turned into the short narrow hall to discover
that the ceiling bulbs were out, causing it to be even
darker than the main hall.
At the end of the hall there was a dim ceiling bulb
that revealed what appeared to be a blind passage with two
dusty old maps and a dirt caked broom covered with spider
webs propped against an old wooden pegboard that had an old
fashioned carved wooden framed mirror leaning against it.
It appeared as if the pegboard was being used to cover some-
thing hidden by the shadows.
"Nobody has been here foe years," he mused aloud liking
the sound of his voice in the small silent hallway as he
moved the maps and broom causing dust to fill the air.
Brushing the mirror off he gingerly moved it to one side
only to discover that the pegboard was much heavier. But he
managed to move it aside to reveal, to his surprise, a lit-
tle square door only about 2 1/2 feet high set into the con-
crete wall. "Well, this certainly isn't Mr. Jakubauskas
storage room."
Bending over he managed to pry open the door with his
Scout pen knife. Moving to his hands and knees he looked
inside wishing that he had a flashlight with him. But, a
light came from the back, way in the distance. It was a
tunnel. To where?
Now he was even more curious and his mind wandered to
thoughts about _A_l_i_c_e'_s _A_d_v_e_n_t_u_r_e_s _I_n
_W_o_n_d_e_r_l_a_n_d as he
crawled on his hands and knees along the hard packed dirt
with no thought about his teacher's errand. The tunnel was
long and straight and as he reached the other end he
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realized that it had a little open door similar to the one
he had left behind.
He poked his head out and stood up feeling a bit dizzy
in the dim light to become totally confused. For, here at
the other end of the tunnel, was everything just as he had
left them when he entered the tunnel. It seemed that the
same two dusty mops, the dirty broom, wooden pegboard, and
old fashioned mirror were exactly in the same place as he
had left them to crawl into the tunnel, until he realized
that everything was exactly opposite!
Still feeling a bit dizzy he sat down to look towards
the light far down the tunnel, only to catch his reflection
in the dusty mirror. In absolute disbelief his eyes grew
wide in fear as he opened his mouth to protest as someone,
who looked very much like him, gazed out at him from the
mirror to mimic his surprised expression.
Only this person had on black patent leather T-strap
shoes, white tights, a ruffled petticoat, and a white prin-
cess skirt styled dress with red ruffles at the hem, sleeve
cuffs, and circular collar to match the red fabric belt!
The long black hair reached down to well below her shoulders
tied into two thick braids secured at the end of each by a
rubber band and decorated with a pretty red bow to match the
trim of her dress.
From his own dizziness he could feel the weight of the
braids, and his lower body felt different than it had ever
felt. He looked down as his skirted lap and realized that
he had turned into a girl! ------ CUT HERE -----
There wasn't time to be amazed, for just then there was
the distant sound of a girl's voice calling from the dis-
tance. Perhaps from the staircase? Not really knowing what
to do, Billy, or whomever Billy was now, quickly brushed out
her skirts and she pushed shut the little door and recovered
it with the pegboard and mirror before she propped the peg-
board just as Billy found it with the dusty mops and dirty
broom. Walking down the narrow hall she dusted her hands
again hoping that she hadn't gotten all icky and dirty.
Brushing her skirts once again to be certain all was neat
she felt in her skirt pocket the pretty rock that she had
found on the way to school.
Suddenly, at the end of the little hall to her right on
the way back towards the stairs was Mr. Jakubauskas' closet!
The little girl (or was it Billy?) decided that the
thing to do was to finish what she had set out to do. She
stopped to open the closet door to discover that the walk in
closet contained supplies neatly arranged on shelves to the
left with some women's clothes and things hanging on a
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closet bar to her right. Dismissing the clothes from her
wondering mind she took an eraser while Billy thought about
the janitor wearing dresses?
Just as she turned and closed the closet door she heard
footsteps nearby and she saw that it was Billy's classmate
Bobby, only Bobby was a girl too!
"Hey, Beth," her girl friend whispered, "where have you
been? Did you get lost in this awful dark and dirty base-
ment or something? Mr. Wilkins sent me down here to get
you. I wish he had sent one of the boys. But it is the
girls' side of the school."
"I...had trouble finding the closet in the dark," Beth
(Billy) confessed, "but, I just found it."
The two girls half ran up the stairs to the first floor
and Billy realized that `Bobby' was right, they were on the
girls' side of the basement. As they walked up the next
flights Billy's mind tried to figure out how he had gotten
lost. Deep in thought he suddenly realized that they had
reached the class room.
When he opened the door he found that all of his boy
friends had somehow turned into girls like him, and the
girls were boys. And just as `Bobby' had said their teacher
was not Mrs. Wilkins, it was Mr. Wilkins!
"Did you get lost Miss. Beth," Mr. Wilkins asked with
an edge to his voice as he considered how much time had been
wasted while the silly girl wandered about the basement.
"Yes... um... Mr. Wilkins," Beth answered sweetly,
"But, I did find the erasers after all."
"Good girl," Mr. Wilkins responded in turn causing some
of the kids to giggle, "and thank you, Robin, for finding
our little lost girl. Maybe we all can now get back to our
math lesson."
Mr. Wilkins continued to write numbers on the freshly
wiped black board, but Beth could hardly pay attention.
Everybody was so different, yet she was the only one who
knew!
Pretty soon it was time for recess, and all the kids
went outside into the schoolyard with Beth joining her
classmates at jump rope. While Susan and Linda held the
ends of the long rope to get the beat of each swing started;
Laura chose the order in which the other girls jumped into
the swing, at first turn, one by one to the rhyming chant.
Beth found herself surprisingly good at it as she moved into
doubles with Laura skip for skip.
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After she tripped out of her turn Beth played a hand
clapping game with Mary: "Abla Blueble, Abla Blueble," the
recited while they clapped each other's hands and their own.
Soon Mary saw her turn at the jump rope and she left Beth
alone.
Beth went over to the side of the schoolyard where she
could see the boys playing touch football. She sort of
wished that she were playing touch football too; but, then
she thought about how much fun she was having playing with
the other girls. She giggled at the strange thought that
maybe she was thinking like a tomboy, or was it Billy who
preferred to play with the girls?
When the class bell range they all went back inside
where Mr. Wilkins gave them a sheet with words on it. They
had to write down other words that sounded the same but were
spelled differently.
Beth finished her sheet quickly. She would have been
finished much sooner if it had not been for Jeff, who sat
behind her and amused himself by pulling on her braids and
whispering, "Ding, dong, bell, pussy's in the well..." She
turned around angrily to warn, "Stop it!", but it didn't do
much good until Mr. Wilkin's stern glance caught Jeff's eye.
At lunch time Beth (Billy) had a little problem - she
couldn't find the right lunch box on the shelf at the back
of the class room with the other lunch boxes. Her mind
seemed to shift back and forth with Billy's until he decided
to wait until the rest of the class had picked up their own
lunches. Billy's lunch box had been green with pictures of
trains on it, but the one left was pink with flowers upon
it. When Beth opened the box she found her name written on
a plastic tape inside the lid, "Beth Harrison". For-
tunately, it was the same lunch that his mother had packed
for him that morning. (Or would his father be Beth's mother
here?) ----- CUT HERE? -----
The rest of the day went by quickly with lots and lots
to do without those long day dreaming moments that Billy
seemed to feel in school. It was different being a girl,
Beth actually looked forward to school work and adored work-
ing on the art project that Mr. Wilkins had suggested for
the class. It was an exciting day and fun project despite
the protests of the boys, and Beth decided that she really
liked being a girl.
The final school bell rang and the children all formed
into safety patrols for the walk home. Beth had known her
patrol leader as Billy as a red headed boy named Carl, who
was in the sixth grade and very grown up. But, now the red
head was a girl called Carol.
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Under Carol's watchful eye they had walked about four
blocks from school when Billy's mind had a very frightening
thought. Everybody at home would be different too! He
didn't want to see that, even if Beth seemed confused, oh
no! ----- CUT HERE? -----
Suddenly Billy-Beth turned around, thinking that if he
crawled through the tunnel things would return back to the
way they were before, and he-she started running back
towards the school in a swirl of flying skirts and petti-
coats realizing that soon the doors would be locked and
there might not be any way back!
Hearing someone running behind Billy-Beth saw that
Carol was chasing her demanding that she rejoin the Patrol.
She knew that Carol was older and could run faster, but
Billy-Beth had to get back to the school before it was too
late! Billy-Beth just had to! ----- CUT HERE? -----
A block behind was patrol #4, the one that always
turned into Maple Street. Billy-Beth ran around the cheer-
ing kids up into someone's lawn fearing that Carol was get-
ting closer and that in any second she would feel Carol's
hands about her waist stopping her!
But, it didn't happen. Billy-Beth turned her head to
look back only to see that Carol had ran smack into an old
man, who was scolding the embarrassed young lady, who usu-
ally tried to be so grown up.
Billy-Beth ran the last three blocks to school. Would
anybody still be there. Would the door still be open? She
headed down the flight of outside steps that led to the
girl's basement only to find the fire doors firmly locked!
So was the girls' entrance!
She would have to go into the main front entrance to
the school past Mr. Moraski's office to get to the inside
stairs to the girl's basement where the tunnel might still
be. And Mr. Moraski was the school principal! How could
Billy-Beth explain why she had returned to school? Trying
the front door Billy-Beth could see the Principal returning
to his office, only it was Ms. Moraski! But just as fright-
ening!
Fortunately the Principal hadn't seen Billy-Beth's
entry into the school lobby causing Billy-Beth to realize
that she still had to sneak past the Principal's office to
make the girl's stairway. Deciding that her lunch box made
too much noise she placed it just outside on the front entry
landing and walked very softly down the hallway, almost on
tippy toes, towards the office. As Billy-Beth neared the
office door she paused by it.
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Her heart was beating so fast! She knew that she would
have to run past the frosted door window! She could hear
voices from inside the Principal's office. She waited just
a second, and ran hearing the slapping sound of her leather
soles upon the tile floor!
"A little girl just ran past the door!" a voice
exclaimed...
But, by then Billy-Beth was taking the steps almost two
at a time as she half ran and half jumped down them boy
fashion ignoring her untended skirts and petticoats. When
she reached the bottom she turned left, remembering how
everything was opposite, and before she reached the girls'
locker room she found in the darkness the narrow passage.
She quickly moved the mops and broom aside hearing the sound
of people coming down the girls' stairwell in search of her.
Pushing the mirror and pegboard away she opened the door
only to pause at the thought of getting her pretty clothes
dirty!
But, Billy's mind seemed clearer as she accepted his
will and entered the tunnel remembering to leave the little
door almost shut to just a little crack. As she crawled
through the tunnel she hoped that her pursuers would not
notice the tunnel door. She felt very strange and
frightened by the near total darkness as her hands felt the
hard packed dirt and she wondered if there might be spiders
and `things' in the passage way towards the faint crack of
light ahead caused by the fact that like the door behind her
the door ahead was nearly closed.
When Billy-Beth reached the other end she pushed the
door opened and crawled out to stand up and brush her skirts
before the mirror only to discover that she was Billy again!
"I don't see him here. We'd better check the locker
room," Mr. Moraski's voice sounded from somewhere beyond
the narrow passage.
Billy knew that he wasn't out of trouble yet as he
realized that poor Beth was probably trying to sneak out of
the school in the opposite world, just as he was. He waited
in the narrow passageway for a minute or two; and, after
hearing the Principal and the others talking together as
they went up the boy's staircase, he decided to make his way
down the narrow hallway to the junction of the main corri-
dor.
Just as he stepped out into the corridor he saw coming
toward him, Mr. Jakubauskas, who seemed startled by Billy
as if he had stepped out of nowhere!
"Billy," the kindly janitor whispered as he came
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closer, "What are you doing down here so late. Did you
leave something in the boys' locker room?"
I...I...," a very confused Billy started to say stick-
ing his hand into his pocket to feel his rock as he wondered
how it was that he could now see the door to the janitor's
storage room nearby and the tunnel hallway was gone, where
just before he... Removing his hand he now saw both the
storage room door and the tunnel hallway nearby...
"Never mind," the janitor sighed holding his finger to
his lips as if to end the boy's confused words noticing that
the boy seemed totally lost in his own thoughts. Smiling as
if he were in on a secret he urged, "We have to get you out
of here, Billy, so that Mr. Moraski won't find you. He
takes things too seriously."
Quickly he led the way to the fire doors at the base of
the boys' staircase and unlocked them for the boy. "Now,
you get out of here you little rascal. And be careful of
the traffic!"
Billy paused in the school yard at the top of the out-
side steps to consider the fact that the new rock was a kind
of key to the tunnel and if he wanted to he could probably
return to that other world where he was a girl. And she
could come to his world causing him to be suddenly hurled
into hers'. For they both could not be in the same world at
the same time. He wondered if there were other "tunnels".
Where did they lead to: Beth's world, or others?
Billy ran about the outside of the school building,
remembering where Beth had left her lunch box and there upon
the top of the front steps he saw his own just as his
mother's car pulled up in front of the school and she got
out to run towards him.
"Billy?!" she exclaimed with concern as she approached.
"Are you all right? Carl came by and told me you ran away
from his patrol back towards the school. Did you leave
something behind?"
"Uh... Yes, mom!"
"Well then what could have been so important?"
"I...sort of...left...myself!...I think!..." And then
he started laughing so hard that his mother couldn't be
upset any more over his silly behavior and all she could say
was, "Well, don't do that again."
Billy climbed into the front seat and stared at the old
school building wondering if the magic tunnel would still be
there tomorrow. Would he go back again and have the nerve
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to go home to see Beth's turnabout parents? What was Beth
going to do? His thoughtful change in mood caused his
mother to look at him in wonder as she smiled saying, "You
are a strange little boy."
If she only knew how strange...
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