Ok thanks for the feedback @zhen
Now I will write a creative essay.
Topic: Imagine a box that says 'Do not open' on it
There was a door in our house, that only Dad and Mum have been down through. It was to our basement. The dark and deeply enthralling entry just frightened me. It was like there were apparitions waiting for me down there, just like a haunted house. Dad and Mum had always been telling me that I should never go down there, no matter what as ghosts were down there. But today, they had both gone to work, it was a Sunday morning too. I hesitated for a minute, then asked my younger brother, Xavier, who was only two years younger than me to come with me. Even though when I asked Xavier, he was frightened but at the same time, he saw curious, just like me. In the end, we agreed to both go down there.
Holding a dim lit candle on my palm, I tiptoed stealthy and meticulously right next to my younger, who was shivering. When we were at the bottom, I grabbed the door knob and opened the door. As I started to walk in to open the light, I realised the wooden floor was creaking. 'It must be a secret old room...." I murmured. "I guess so.." replied Xavier reluctantly. His voice made me think that he wanted to go back up and leave the room. As I started to comfort him and search around the room, he started calming down. It was until we saw a wooden box that said 'Do not open' on it.
The elaborate carved writing on the wooden vintage box with a black polka-dot ribbon around it struck me; 'Do not open.' I could tell Xavier was aghast, we both didn't know that something secret was in here. With urge and desire, I had refused reluctantly to open the box and obey the rules. My mind ran through different worlds, just of pondering what precious items would be in there. After a few moments, Xavier and I had agreed to open the box, but found out that there saw a padlock and a key was needed. Abruptly, I realised that there was a smaller key just before we went it. I went over to get it and came back. Seeing Xavier finally excited for what was to be a "mystery" was what I've always wanted to see. Just a smile or giggle on his face.
As I unlocked the padlock and opened the wooden box, I heard the front door upstairs open, it was either Mum or Dad! "Oh no", Xavier and I said startled. We just had a peek of what was in the box and there I saw, an embroidered illegible word on the fabric with sakura petals surrounding it. As we both went to run upstairs, Mum was there. "What are you doing down here Xavier and Oscar???"
I eventually realised that the embroidered word on the fabric was my fathers name, Robert. All these paradoxes my parents told me finally ended, with Xavier and I knowing the truth. Xavier and I made a solemn oath that we would not leak any information about the wooden box to Dad as it was a secret gift.