Short Story : ' The Treasure Box '

“It’s a double edged sword, kid.” Cam cocked her head a bit to look at him,” There is never such a thing as ‘winning’ against that topic.”

“You mean to tell me, that you carry a lighter with you in case you need to light things on fire?”

“I’m three years older and I do know better. You think that just because you’re turning eleven, you have the wisdom of the ages locked inside.”

“Why are my toys in the garage, and why are the all wet and broken.” I said with tears in my eyes

“Yeah, that was pretty cool, but it is everywhere,” John said in a concerned voice.

John was quiet for the rest of the night he knew that every time he would try to talk we would just shut him up by calling him dumb. We walked in the door, to see that everyone was leaving. I knew that I was probably going to embarrass myself. Daniel, Emmanuel and John said good byes to Daniel’s relatives. I was making a huge effort to not make eye contact with anyone else by pretending to be interested with a commercial on the T.V. Unexpectedly I was tapped on the shoulder by Daniel's Aunt.

Mrs. Meekway interrupted Mrs. Selfwill’s insensitive rambling. “Mrs. Selfwill, I don’t know what you saw, but my son was NOT speeding. He had a brake light out and the officer advised him to have it fixed. He just got a warning. Now does that answer your question?”

“I can’t remember,” Jane said, looking at the label. “Kate’s got so much stuff. Open it, and have a look.”

“Why did you have to steal the serum, look where it has gotten you.” he said

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

“If I can’t find something there, I have my ways.” She looked relieved, like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. “I guess this means no biscuit today, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s pretty cold” Michael countered as more of a question than a statement.

“Why of course, let me check in the back!” and off went the little old witch to the back of the store. A few minutes later she came back with a huge box of vials and containers filled with numerous liquids.

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.

“I’ll make you a cup of tea to warm you up. Speaking of, how was the sun today? I’m sure you had extended recess to enjoy it, and I even got the day off. Can you believe it?”