The Big Video Contest Begins!

The bright neon-orange flyer had been taped to the locker bank right by Room 12, fluttering every time someone slammed their locker shut, and Lila, Max, and Mia had spotted it the second they’d walked in that Monday morning. The top half of the flyer had a glossy photo of last year’s grand prize winner, a fifth grader grinning next to a screen that played her video of the school’s cherry blossom trees blooming in spring, pink petals swirling like confetti. Bold purple letters stretched across the bottom: MAPLE ELEMENTARY SHORT VIDEO CONTEST! Grand prize: Your video plays on every morning announcement for a whole month + a brand new 4K Sony camera! Runners up get a year of free access to the school’s media lab and a $50 gift card to the comic book store down the street.

Lila, who spent every recess taking photos of stray cats around the playground with her mom’s old cracked iPhone, gasped so loud the kid next to her dropped their backpack. Max, who’d been practicing his skateboard kickflips on the ramp by the bike racks for three months and dreamed of making a trick tutorial that would get a million views, whooped and did a tiny kickflip right there in the hallway, almost knocking over a stack of library books. Mia, who wrote short stories about magical talking squirrels in her notebook during math class, bounced up and down on her toes, her pigtails flying so fast they looked like they might lift her off the ground. “We have to sign up,” she said before either of them could even speak. “We could make a video about the squirrel triplets that live in the oak tree behind the gym! I saw them yesterday, they were fighting over a peanut!”

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They pooled their allowance money that afternoon, dumping their coins and crumpled bills into an old mint tin on Lila’s bedroom floor: Max contributed the $12 he’d earned selling custom skateboard stickers he’d drawn himself (his best seller was a stick figure doing a kickflip off a rainbow), Lila put in the $8 she’d made from her cat-themed sticker pack she’d sold at the winter fair, and Mia added the $15 she’d gotten for helping her mom weed the garden all weekend. By the time the final bell rang, they’d handed in their registration form to Mr. Chen, who ran the school’s media lab and was in charge of the contest. He’d raised an eyebrow when they told him their topic was the squirrel triplets, then grinned and said, “Just don’t let them steal your camera mid-shoot. They’re notorious snack thieves.”

Saturday dawned bright and crisp, the air smelling like fallen leaves and wood smoke, and the three of them met at the oak tree behind the gym at 8 a.m. sharp, backpacks full of snacks, old phones, and a rickety little tripod Lila had found in her dad’s closet. Their plan was simple: film a “day in the life” of the squirrel triplets, from when they woke up in their nest, to when they foraged for acorns, to when they played in the branches, all set to a silly pop song Mia had picked out. For the first hour, everything went… okay. Lila got a blurry clip of a tiny brown squirrel head peeking out of the nest, Max filmed himself doing a kickflip off a low branch (he tripped over a root and landed face-first in clover, but the clip was funny enough to keep), and Mia laid her phone on the ground to film a “squirrel’s eye view” of the tree trunk, until a line of ants wandered across her lens and she yelped so loud the squirrels scurried back into their nest.

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They filmed a bunch of other random stuff they thought might be cool, too: the cafeteria lady pouring chocolate milk with a dramatic flourish, a first grader doing a backflip off the monkey bars (he face-planted into the wood chips, but he laughed so hard he didn’t even cry), the school’s golden retriever mascot chasing a butterfly across the field, and a 10-minute clip of the squirrels stealing the peanuts Mia had left out for them (most of it was out of focus, but the part where one squirrel tried to carry a peanut twice its size was adorable). By noon, they had 47 clips saved on their phones, ranging from 3 seconds to 10 minutes long, and not a single one of them had a clear plan for how to put them together.

That night, they all piled into Lila’s bedroom, her laptop open on the desk, and tried to edit the clips into a video. They started with the clip of Max face-planting in clover, then cut abruptly to the blurry squirrel nest clip, then cut to the ant clip, then cut to the golden retriever chasing the butterfly, then cut to the clip of the squirrel stealing a chip from a kindergartener’s lunch bag they’d filmed by accident that week. There was no music, no transitions, and the whole thing felt like someone had dumped a bucket of random toy blocks on the floor and asked you to build a castle out of them. When they hit play for the final time, they all laughed so hard Lila cried and Max fell off the desk chair, but when they watched it a second time, the room went quiet.

“It’s… kind of a mess,” Mia said, twisting her pigtail around her finger. “I don’t think anyone would want to watch this for the morning announcements. My little brother would make fun of us for a week.” Max kicked the leg of the desk so hard his skateboard, which he’d propped against the table, rattled. “I thought it would be way easier. We have all this cool footage, right? Why doesn’t it feel like a video?”

The next day after school, they trudged to the media lab, their chaotic edited video saved on a USB drive in Lila’s pocket, and asked Mr. Chen to take a look. The media lab was their favorite room in the whole school: walls covered in student-made movie posters, old cameras stacked on shelves like art sculptures, and a couch covered in fuzzy throw pillows that had been donated by a local film studio. Mr. Chen was sitting at his desk, tinkering with a tiny Lego camera he’d built over the weekend, his “I <3 Storyboards” graphic tee stretched over his round belly, and a scar on his chin from when he’d tried to film a snowboarding trick for a high school project and face-planted into a snowbank.

He pulled up their video on the big wall screen, and the three of them stood behind the couch, cringing, as their clips played: Max’s face full of clover, the blurry squirrel nest, the ants crawling across Mia’s lens, the golden retriever barking at the butterfly. When it ended, there was a second of silence, then Mr. Chen laughed and said, “Okay, first off, this is hilarious. The part where you eat grass, Max? I’m gonna use that for the talent show intro next week. But you’re right—it doesn’t feel like a story, does it? It’s just a bunch of random moments, like someone shook a bag of video clips and dumped them on the floor.”

He pulled out a stack of papers from his desk drawer, each one covered in little hand-drawn squares with stick figures and arrows between them. “This,” he said, tapping the top paper, “is the secret weapon every great video maker uses, from the people who make your favorite cartoons to the TikTokers you watch every night before bed. It’s called a storyboard.”

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He flipped through the pages, showing them a storyboard for *Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse*, which they’d all seen three times over the summer. The first square showed Spiderman swinging between two skyscrapers, the second showed a close-up of his mas