In the distance, a large storm brewed and turmoiled. Lightning cracked and flashed through the clouds. A choppy wind brushed my hair back and the grass swayed vehemently. I knew that I couldn't make it home; the storm was too close. I entered the school building and walked to my normal homeroom classroom. I expected the classroom to be filled with talkative students but obviously, it was vacant. I dropped my bag on the teacher's podium and seated myself in the nearby chair next to the window. Our classroom's view was couple small trees that were planted about 50 years ago. I vaguely remember our teacher proudly conversing with us about the tree's history. 

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"What a boring day," I sighed to myself.

As I peered through the window, I noticed something hidden in the grass. The object was smooth and silvery. It gleamed brightly and gave off a warm feeling inside of my heart. At the same time, it felt powerful and important. Laying on the grass... was a small computer.