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Ch.21

Jason didn't answer.
It was possible that Thomas could be the kid that made it.
But why would he hide it from everyone?
And
How could he live a normal life after being kidnapped for 6 years?
Would it be impossible to catch up with all of that school work, thats not even including all of the emotional damage he would of went though.

But for some reason it's adding up.

"Jason you said the blond haired kid couldn't keep up with your teaching right?"

"Uh, ya he could not read at all, and I think that he was going to go crazy he would get more scared than his brother. He would have like these asthma attacks. Where he couldn't breathe."

"Well, Thomas is bad at English, but it's normal for people to be bad at some subjects. Thomas plays sports so he can't have asthma. So it can't be him, plus he's an only child."

"See than it's not him." Jason said

"I guess so." I said still not totally confident.

"The blond kid hated sports. And that doesn't sould like Thomas."

"Ya because Thomas loves baseball."
I said

"Does Thomas play the guitar?

"Not that I know of, why did that kid?"

"Ya. So it's not him." Jason said

We agreed but deep down I think we both knew something was off.

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Jason and I decided that we should walk home since it was starting to snow.
Bill left so it was just us.

We were watching a movie, we weren't technically watching it. Jason basically put it on so we could think to ourselves. Because I know I wasn't watching it and when I looked over at him he was looking off into space. He was in his own thoughts.

I decide to go back to mine.

A few minutes later...

"Oh! I totally forgot!" Jason yelled and shot up off the coach in his room.

"I will be right back." He said as he left his room.

He had scared me to death there I was dreaming about Thomas and he just starts talking.

Jason came back with a box in his hands.

"Bill was throwing things out and he found this under one of the steps. I told him it was mine."

Jason handed the big wooden box to me.

"Thanks." I managed to get out.
I just held it. It was heavier than I remembered.

"Is it yours?" He asked

"It was Emily's and mine. When Emily and I were kids, we would keep all kinds of stuff that we loved in this wooden box in the 7th step down from the top of the stairs." I said

I totally forgot about it. Even though Emily wrote me a note and told me to go and look, I forgot.

I don't remember what was in here.

I was scared to open it.

"Are you going to open it?" Jason asked obviously curious

"I'm...scared." I said

"Of what?"

"I'm scared if I open it, it will bring back bad memories but I'm even more scared that it will bring back good ones."

I slid my hands up the side of the box so my fingers touched the lid.

Ok.
I pushed up my glasses.

1...2...

I pulled off the lid.

"Ummm...Elizabeth.., your never going to know what's inside the box, if you keep your eyes closed." Jason said

"Right...I know..."

Jason scooted closer to me.

"Woah!"

I opened my eyes.

Just so you know this wooden box was big it barely fit under the stairs.

In the box there was...
4 small old rocks.
A beautiful tiny sea shell.
Pink nail polish.
A baby jar full of colorful buttons.
About 200 letters with a red ribbon around them.
Then all kinds of papers and pictures under all that stuff.
A thick envelope on the left side.
Then one small letter by itself.

I picked up the sea shell.
I ran my fingers over it.

"I remember when my dad found this. We were on vacation and mom, dad ,Harry , Emily and I were playing a game. We were trying to find the most beautiful sea shell. My dad found this one and gave it to me. He told me to put it up to my ear and I could hear the ocean. He said when he leaves again, I should put this up to my ears so I can hear him no matter how many seas we are apart."

I carefully put the shell back into the box.

I pointed to the jar full of colorful buttons.

"Emily and I collected the most colorful buttons and put them in here."

I laughed and pointed to the rocks

"We must of been in like kindergarden"

I looked over at Jason, who was curiously listening

" my friend and I, thought these were the prettiest rocks. It didn't help that Harry told us they were magical. We collected hundreds of them."

"What are the words for?" Jason asked

"What words?" I asked

"The ones on the rocks."

I looked back down at them.
There was a word on each rock.

I picked up the rock and lined them up.
Then read what they said...

Fly

With

The

Wind

"Fly with the wind." I whispered to myself.

"I've seen that before, what does it mean?" Jason asked

"It...uh."

I felt a sharp pain build up in my chest.

Tears came out of nowhere.

"Uh... It's...."

I started to cry.

Jason put the rocks back into the box and places the box on a table.
He hugged me, while I cried.

"There, there....shhhh, it's alright."

It was silent besides my sniffling.

I knew why I was crying.
Those were the last words 2 people told me before they disappeared.

"My dad said it right before he left for war and never came back. And my only friend said that right before he moved away without telling me never to be heard from again." I said.