Day 3 - Days Left 2
When I wake up the next morning I realize that overnight Jax had somehow managed to trash the place. His toys are scattered everywhere. His favorite ball is on my lowest bookshelf and all of those books are scattered around the shelf. Oh and let's not forget his slaughtered stuffed squeaky bear. After I get over the shock of the mess I decide that I will have to pick it up. And guess what happens again —I bet you can't—. I step on his bone and make my foot bleed. "Jax." I groan as I look around my room for the mess maker. "Jax, where are you?" He crawls out from under my bed at the sound of his name being called for the second time. "Are you going to help me with this mess boy?" All he does in response is run over to the mess of books that he made and sits on a silver book. I assume that is the spot that he wants to "try" to help me clean up first.
As I near the spot he jumps off the silver book. Well . . . now that I am close I realize that he was not sitting on a book but a box and it is not just any box but my gift from Asher. I had totally forgotten where I had put it. "Aww, thanks for finding this Jax," I say as I bend down to pick up the box. I decide that I will open it now —before I clean— and talk to Asher later and tell him thank you for the gift.
Once I open the silver box I see that on the top is a piece of white paper folded in half. When I take the note out of the box I see that under the note is something rectangular shaped raped in black tissue paper. I decide to (like I normally do) read the note first. So I unfold the note and see his writing carefully written on the piece of paper. And that note reads:
Dearest Ember,
Okay so . . . I don't know how to start this note to you. I mean it is a birthday card / note. How hard is it to write that? Well, I guess the reason that this is hard would be because this is the second time I am writing this note. And this time (and I know you will hate me for writing this) this might be the last time I ever get to write you a card and get you a gift. Now before you get angry just take a breath and count to ten and remember that I promise that I won't tell you no to candy anymore if you know what I mean. Er . . . I'm so sorry. Ok. Let's try this again . . .
I pause to laugh at the new inside joke between me and Asher. But I also pause because all of a sudden I feel like I can hear him reading this note to me. I feel as if he is right by me like old times instead of about to be many, many miles away being trained to fight for his life alongside my brother, for a stupid war in only a few short days. I start to read again wanting to finish reading the note.
Ember. Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you enjoy your gift. I know that you will put it to good use, you know to write out all those stories that you never talk to anyone about. Even when you swear on our friendship that you will. Yeah, I know about that. Or you could simply use this gift from me to you to sketch all those awesome drawings of yours into it. Because you are a phenomenal artist. Well, I guess by now you can assume that I got you a journal, and if you thought that you are 100% right. *sigh* Again I say. Sorry. But this time I say it because I realize how long this letter is and I just read through and I see how much I am babbling on and on and . . . well you get it. I hope you enjoy your gift. And remember that you can always talk to me if you need to because I will always be here for you Ember . . .
Your Awesome BFF
Asher
As I finish reading I start to realize how much I am going to miss my brother and Asher. I also realize that it is time to take action. I am going to do it. I have to, there is no other way. I am going to leave one week after Noah and Asher leave. No matter what anybody tells me. Not even my own mother will be able to convince me to stay. I am going to the capitol, marching to the president, and giving him a piece of my mind. I, Ember Hestia Williams, am going to end this war. Well at least try. Wait no forget about the word "try" I am going to end the war. It's about to be time to put my plan in motion. The only problem is I have not quite thought up my whole plan yet.
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Eternal Ember
Teen FictionEmber Hestia Willaims is the second-born child and only daughter of Hazel and Jonas Williams and the only sibling to Noah Williams. Her father died when she was 10 years old by death fighting in a war, leaving Ember, Her Mother, and older brother No...
