The grandfather clock, once a sentinel of time’s passage, faded into the ether, its purpose fulfilled. Sophie stood there, a solitary figure amidst the echoes of adventures past.
As the door creaked open, Jemima and Mr. Postlewaite entered, their faces flushed from the sports field’s expanse. They paused, taking in the sight of Sophie, alone in the quiet classroom.
“Sophie,” Jemima called out gently, “you look like you’ve seen worlds beyond our own.”
Mr. Postlewaite, with a knowing glance, added, “The tales you hold within you must be as vast as the skies.”
Sophie turned to them, her eyes gleaming with unspoken stories. “You could say that,” she replied, her voice a soft murmur. “The clock may have vanished, but the journey… the journey never truly ends.”
And in that moment, they understood. The classroom, a vessel of learning, had also become a gateway to wonders untold, with Sophie as the keeper of its keys mr postlewaite taller than Sophie and twice her size said about taking her outside