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Ms. Levesque
Communications
8 January 2018
A Change Forever
My foot slipped out from under me as a wooden tile broke free and slid off of the roof. I
reached hurriedly for the window sill grabbing it just in time to regain my balance. Grunting
under my breath as I pulled myself up, I putting myself next to the only window sill on the
second floor . I peeked into the small, bland room. No one there. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out my grandfather’s watch. The copper, gold surrounding the small clock glistened in the
sun. I squinted down. Almost time. Looking cautiously into the room, I heard murmured voices
A couple of months ago as I was walking home from my grocery run, I saw a poster that
was astonishing plastered onto a brick wall. When I read that “The World’s Greatest Invention”
was being shown in the room above the town’s jeweler, I had to go. There was only one
problem. I couldn’t pay the entrance fee, which is why I am currently squatting outside the
As more people filed into the room, the subtle chatter grew louder and louder. The wood
seemed to settle and creak beneath the town's people’s feet. Anyone could easily tell the
atmosphere was starting to reach a level of uncomfortability because of how crowded the small,
stairs. A young, slender, man dressed in a black suit and elegant top hat approached the top of
the stairs. A cloud of smoke surrounded him as he took a long drag of breath from the log
colored cigar. He stopped for a brief moment at the top of the stairs, his eyes glancing around the
room, landing on each and every one of the faces. A mischievous grin creeped onto his face as he
Every single person watched attentively as the strange man set down a delicate looking
machine. He snatched the wires connected to the odd object, and clamped one of the wires onto
the top of a lamp. As he turned around, he chuckled to himself, seeing the puzzled expressions of
the town’s people's faces. He spoke out to the crowd noticing a tinge of concern in their faces.
The audience seemed to relax and release some tension at the sound of the young man’s
voice. When the tall figure started to make his way to the window I panicked. Horrible scenarios
started to run through my head. He would push me off of the roof, or I would be arrested. He
neared the window. I swung away from the edge of the window, clasping onto the outside of the
The next thing I heard was the squeaky window being opened with struggle. I turned my
head slowly. My stomach filled with butterflies, and I started to sweat nervously. My eyes fell
onto a long arm reaching out the window. I was able to see him attaching a cable onto the trolley
wire, now his whole torso out the window. I squinted in question at the odd sight. The well
dressed man grunted as he re-positioned himself using the chipped window sill. He slowly
lowered himself from inside the building, to fit back in through the small, square window. As he
twisted his head to the right, preparing to pull it back into the small attic, his eyes landed on me,
I looked at my surroundings trying to picture what was going through his mind. As I
avoided eye contact with the judgemental gaze, I quietly mumbled, “I don’t know.” The man
strained his neck trying to make out my almost foreign language. “Speak up.” I could feel my
cheeks reddening from embarrassment. “Come on. Don’t be shy,” the stranger said
encouragingly.
I tried to speak more clearly, but the words still came out quiet. “I wanted to watch.” I
The man absorbed my words showing no expression. He took a deep breath preparing to
“Well Joshua, why don’t you come inside.” As I climbed in through the window without
trouble, I could almost feel the cold eyes staring right at me. I looked down at my clothes. They
didn’t consist of much, mostly old, dirty, barn rags sewn together to make out the form of my
skinny figure. I glanced back up at the crowd, dressed as if they were royalty compared to me. I
I moved out of the way so the strangely kind man was able to step into the room. After he
was standing, I turned to face him. He cleared his throat softly before saying, “Hello ladies and
gentlemen. My name is Charles Francis Jenkins. I have invited you here today to show you
Charles turned and grabbed a bedsheet off of the dust-covered dresser. He pinned it neatly to the
wall across from the shiny, metal machine. After walking calmly to the invention, he flipped a
switch. A bright light shined into my eyes. I squinted, and turned to face the sheet. My shadow
appeared. The crowd gasped in amazement. “No, no. That’s not the invention,” Charles said
timidly.
I turned to face him in confusion. Making eye contact with me, he requested, “Would you
mind moving out of the way, son?” I could tell he was starting to feel nervous. I quickly skirted
to the side of the light beam, afraid of being troublesome. “Sorry, ladies and gents, just one more
moment please,” he chuckled politely. Charles flipped a few more switches, adjusting certain
The crowd turned to face the white sheet at the front of the room. The projector began to
whirr loudly and began to vibrate. Charles began feeding in a long, strange, roll of plastic with
black lining. I tilted my head trying to understand the weird sequence of steps. Once Charles
caught me staring, he made direct eye contact with me and nodded his head toward the covered
wall. Looking back at the sheet, I waited for something to happen. And something did.
The light shining onto the sheet flickered between colors of white, black, and grey. The
crowd gasped at the sudden change. Slowly, the flashes of light picked up a consistent rhythm,
and the changes between colors began to steady slowly. It continued on like this for a while. I
could easily tell that some of the crowd members were beginning to lose interest in the plain,
static-like, sheet. Small conversations at the level of a whisper were beginning to take place. My
eyes refocused on Charles. I was hoping to catch a hint of expression, which would tell me if
something were wrong, but the only vibe he gave off was one of excitement and hopefulness.
Turning to face the screen once more, I noticed a shape begin to form on the bed sheet,
made out of the grays, blacks, and white. “Look!” I exclaimed as I pointed eagerly to the back
wall. I caught the crowd’s attention easily. More and more gasps filled the room as the shape
became clearer and began to take motion. All of us looked intensely at the strange light fixture
Before long, the shape morphed into a young girl that appeared to be dancing. The crowd
fell silent in amazement. The girl on the screen danced so beautifully. She reminded me of a
butterfly, floating so gracefully. The girl was moving so smoothly, it was comforting. My gaze
fell onto the town’s people. The audience was astonished, and almost hypnotized as they
watched the young girl move continuously. I turned around, grinning, to look at Charles. He
continued to watch in amazement, ignoring the fact that I was staring at him. I heard him whisper