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Our Tree - Entry

Short story By: Hinoglue
Romance



For a contest, sorry it's so terrible!


Submitted:Sep 19, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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Our Tree

A harsh gust of wind blew past me, causing the piece of paper that I had been holding in my hand to blow away in a coil. I rushed over to where it landed; a puddle. I carefully dipped my hand into the dirty water, making ripples dance over the surface of the murky liquid. Droplets slowly dripped off of the note, disturbing the mud in the puddle, creating an underwater dust storm. I placed it in my hand, and blew on it so it would dry faster. As I walked, I flipped it over again and again.

I trudged up the steps to my home, and rapped my knuckles on the door. "Mom, open the door please!" I called to her.

I heard shuffling feet and the sound of a key unlocking the door. I grabbed the knob and smiled at my mother as I walked in. "Mom, I'm home!" I yelled, just for the fun of it.

My mother chuckled, "Are you really? I had no idea!"

I raced up the stairs, my hand only grazing the railing. In my room I placed the note on my desk and turned on my lamp, hoping it would dry it out.

A few minutes later I checked on it, poking the paper with my finger to see if it was dry, it was. I picked it up and flipped it over, to the side where something was written. It had been written in ink, which ran off the page as the water had done. It said:

"Meet me by our tree at ten, I need to talk to you

- Aaron"

I didn't know what to think of this, what was going to happen, what did he want to tell me? I sat back in my bed and contemplated this, but then realized it was a waste of my time.

I got up and went straight to my wardrobe, pulling a pair of skinny jeans off its hanger. I then changed my shirt and trotted down the steps for a bite to eat.

In the kitchen I saw my mom setting the table, I lent her a hand and took out the utensils. "I was just about to call you down," she said smiling.

"I beat you to it," I was still thinking of the note, and what Aaron had said. "I'm going out to see a movie with some friends tonight mom," I lied, not know what else to say.

"That sounds like fun, when will you be back?" She was not serving dinner, and I had sat down at the table.

"I'm not sure, it starts at nine forty five or something like that, I should be back before midnight."

"That's awful late. Make sure you get home safe dear."

I smiled, knowing she cared so much for me.

She had laid my food in front of me, and my father and little sister soon joined us in our meal. It was a quiet evening, the conversation lingering just out of reach. When I was finished, I cleared the plates and piled them in the dish washer and left.

"Bye mom!" I yelled as I walked out the door.

"Bye hun, have fun," she replied.

I walked down the quite street, towards the park. It wasn't that far away, so I'd be early, but Aaron probably would to.

I soon reached the small patch of grass, which the inhabitants of my small town claim it to be a park with a forest next to it.

I made my way to the path Aaron and I had made to our tree when we were best friends in grade two. We used it often, so I didn't have trouble getting there, only having to push a couple of branches out of my way.

Our tree was large, looming over the others, like a King over his subjects. We always believed that it would be there forever, just like our friend ship.

I walked over to it, and sat on a branch that was only just big enough to hold my weight.

I waited for a few minutes, my back resting on the trunk of the tree. I could hear footsteps and the crunching of leaves, as Aaron trudged through the forest. I listened to his breaths, sharp and short, rather than long and deep, which was how he normally breathed. Something was up.

He emerged from the trees and looked up at me, "Hey," he said smiling.

"Hey," I replied.

I hopped off the branch I had been sitting on and stood there, waiting for him to approach. "What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said.

I snorted and looked at him. "I don't know why I don't believe you, but for some odd reason, I don't," I was smiling as I said this, but he didn't seem in the mood, so it soon faded away.

"Look, I don't know how to say this, I've never done it before," there was a long pause, and I knew I had to be the one to break it.

"What do you want to say, do you not want me to be in your life anymore? Because that's what it seems like, so just tell me and get it over with."

He looked heartbroken, "No, no, it's nothing like that, quite the opposite actually..." He paused again, "Mia... I love you."





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