Eve and Timothy

Chapter 6: A Secret

I went downstairs determined to ask my grandma the question I had saved for her. "Grandma?" I said. She was sitting down in a rocking chair in the living room. She looked up at me from a book she had been reading. "Yes?" she responded sweetly. "Do you know why my dad wanted to come here so badly?" I asked. She blushed and seemed to be uncomfortable. "Um, you'll have to ask your father about that," she said quickly looking back at her book. "I don't think he'll tell me, so can you tell me," I pursued. "It isn't my place to tell you," she said. "Why?" "It's personal to your father."

I left the house very confused. What was being hidden from me? There was an obvious secret being held from me, but I couldn't figure out what. I walked to the bike. "Hey Eve," Timothy greeted. I looked at him, "Hi." "What's up?" he inquired. He was sitting down with his back leaning on the tree. I only sighed. I then began to clime up the tree and sit down on one of it's low branches.

"I can't figure out why I'm here," I said. "What do you mean?" Timothy asked. He looked down at a sketch book he had been drawing in. "Well, my dad never told me why I was coming to Vancomb. I asked my grandma about it this morning, but she didn't give me an answer," I explained. "Hmm," Timothy only responded. I sighed again. 

"So," I said chancing the subjected. "Are we gonna go back to the piano?" "Heck no!" Timothy said looking up at me. I looked down at him from the tree, "Come on! We have to see what it was!" I said. Timothy rolled his eyes. 

We both began to walk again towards the piano. We saw it's field again. The piano was standing still where is was before. We both slowly walked slowly towards it. It was playing by itself again. Timothy stud still. I continued walking towards it. I finally got to the piano, I stud next to it. I looked back at Timothy and smiled. I sat down on the piano seat and pressed a note, messing ups its melody. Nothing happened. "Come on Timothy!" I said.

Timothy cautiously came toward me. His eyes were fixed on the piano. He smiled at me. Timothy then lifted up the lid of the piano, looked at me, and smiled. "It's a self-playing piano!" he laughed. I laughed too. I came over and saw the mechanics of the piano. It was beautiful. I heard a sigh of relief from Timothy. "You were nervous? I thought you didn't believe in ghosts!" I said. He looked at me sarcastically. I laughed at him.

We then both walked towards the school, which was the original plan. I looked at Timothy, he increasingly became more and more nervous. "I'm gonna tell you a secret," he said. I looked at him. He smiled. "I believe in ghosts," he admitted. "Or, not ghosts, but spirits," he added. I nodded. "Are you religious?" I asked. "Not really... Well, maybe? I'm not exactly sure," he said. "That's okay, but we all need to figure out what we believe at some point," I said. "What do you believe in?" He asked. "I believe in Jesus," I said. He looked down. 

"Why?" He asked. "When I was little, like two years old, my mom passed away. After that its just been me and my dad. I watched my dad become stronger in Jesus as I grew up. How could that happen without there being a God that loves him?" Timothy nodded. "Do you think there's a God?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so. I've just never believed in God the same way other people do," Timothy admitted. "Well, it's never to late to pray," I said. He smiled.

We were almost at the school. It was only over a small hill we were walking over. We walked over the hill and the school came into view.