The Ukulele Tree (On Hold))

Chapter 6 Emily Cries a River, And Then Some.

Sorry this is SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO late! I've been busy busy busy!

I decided to do something a little different with this chapter, and the POV switches around a lot.

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     Emily’s POV

         I woke up feeling like something was wrong. I had sneezed four times, and that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes that something is, indeed, very wrong. See, I NEVER sneeze. If I do, it’s quiet and only once. The only other time I had sneezed four times in quick succession in my life was the day my mother had died. One time, now twice. “Sofy?” I called from my bedroom in my oh-so-beautiful-morning voice.

  She didn’t answer.

  Oh, the door was closed, so she probably can’t hear me!

  Plus, she’s an early raiser.

  Right?

   I went and opened the door, glancing cautiously about. I didn’t see anything usual at first. Then I called again, “Sofy?”

 No answer.

   I glanced over at her bed, which looked like a stamped over elephants ran over it and then 100 squirrels nested in it. So, same as it usually is, expect Sofy isn’t in it.

    Okay, if she’s not in her bed, she’ll be in the kitchen! I thought, so I quickly scampered over to the kitchen, anticipating for Sofy to be scarfing down all the food. I quickly caught sight if the kitchen that was missing only one thing, Sofy.

    Ah, oh dear snails. Where is that girl? At that moment I heard a tipper tapper tipper tapper coming from right above me. The roof! Of course she’ll be there!

    I walked over to the other side of the trunk of the tree, failing to see the wisp of white paper, sitting right in front of me moments ago. Instead I was so absorbed in finding out where the pesky little girl was that I was oblivious to even the rapping that came from the trap door on the ground.

   I opened the trap door, the one leading to the roof, pulled down the ladder from it-which by the way, looked entirely new because Sofy never used it-and climbed on up.

   I never heard the trap door from the kitchen close softly and some rise up into the house.

   I only heard and saw squirrels scrambling over my roof, going tipper tapper tipper tapper. My chest rose in and I held my breathe for about a minute before I let it out with a sob. Where was she? Okay Emily, I thought, Calm down! She’s probably hiding or something, don’t worry about!

   It was then, when I was recomposing myself, that I saw a dark shadow loom over me in the last rays of dawn.

  Of course, I gave out a small shriek.Then, with wide eyes, I heard laughing.

    Laughing?

   SOFY?! I turned around, about to scold Sofy. But it wasn’t Sofy!

   It was Derek.

   Oh Derek.

   “You should’ve heard yourself! Oh my,” Derek wheezed out from laughing so hard. Then he looked at me, frozen and wide-eyed, “Oh gosh Emily! Just when I thought it couldn’t have better! Oh dearie me, your face!” He continued to chuckle lightly and walked over to me. Once he calmed down, he said to me, “I tried knocking on the door, but no one answered, sorry. I decided to invite myself inside, I was a little worried when I heard nothing. Oh!” He said, and reached into his pocket.

  “Here,” He said, handing me a note. It was one clean white piece of paper, with my name, Emily (incase to all those who forgot :P), written on it.

  I opened to note quickly recognizing Sofy’s handing writing.

  Oh.

  My.

  Dear.

  Snails.

  She’s gone! Gone!

  “What’s wrong? You feel okay?” Derek asked. I should’ve guessed he would ask me that, since I could feel my face go ashen white. Since I was currently unable to speck at the moment, I handed to letter to him read. Moments later he sat down and pulled me against his chest. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

  That just opened the flood gates. I let out a broken sob into the unrealistic bright morning. I cried for ages, morning the flight of my Sofy. The whole time I wept, Derek muttered soothing sounds in my ear, reassuring my splintered soul.

   “Why would she just run away?” I finally was able to say.

   "Why do you suppose?" Derek said.

   "I have no idea? Wait! What if she hates me? OH MY GOODNESS! SHE MUST HATE M-" I started to wail when Derek put a finger to my lips and said,

   "No, no. Sofy would never hate you. I'm trying to say, well...." He hestitated, pondering a little bit before continuing, "You remember your teenage years?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Have you ever broke the rules, or have that want to just try new things, get a little crazy?"

   I nodded my head again.

   "That's probably what she's experiancing! I mean, she's been locked up in this dang tree all her life! What you would you do?" Derek exclaimed, waving his hands about in a silly manner to some how get his point across better.

  I sniffed, my tears no longer forth coming. "I guess.." I  mumbled.

  "How about this," Derek proposed, "If she doesn't come back in two days time, we'll go looking for her, eh?"

  "That long?" I asked.

  "I'm sure she'll want to sight see alittle." He answered.

  Tiredness suddenly swarmed me and weighted me down, from the shock, stress and crying. Even though I woke up, maybe, an hour ago. "Thanks for everything Derek." I whispered to him and nuzzled into him. His warmth envaded me, ensuring me with safeness.

   "No problem," he said and started to play with my hair, twisting round and round in between his fingers.

   I don't know how long we sat there on my roof, but it felt nice. A blanket of quietness covered us while we watched the daily activitves and got lost in our own thoughts together. It was nice.

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Yet again, sorry it's so late and short! I have ideas dor the chapter and hopefully will get it up before thursday!

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