Tears stream down my face as I search a pile of leaves by the swing-set. There aren't that many worries for an eight-year-old, but losing my lucky scarf is one of them. It was a gift from my grandmother. And now it's gone.
"Hey, Tyra!" My head snaps up at a voice coming from the bushes bordering the edge of the park. It's Sean, a neighborhood boy that I'm usually not associated with.
"Try looking over here!" Since when did he know I was looking for something?
I reluctantly get up and walk toward him, hastily wiping my tears away. I push my way through the bushes, brittle from the fall weather.
"Is this it?" Sean asks, holding up a mustard colored piece of fabric.
I turn red from rage. "That's mine! You stole it! Give it back!" I lunge for the scarf, but he holds it out of my reach, a smirk playing on his face.
"Not until you kiss me," he says, waving it above my head.
"I hate you!" I yell, shoving him forward. He stumbles back into the bushes. Forget the scarf. I'm leaving. I run back toward the playground, only to trip over a root and fall into the leaves.
"Let me help you up," Sean says, offering his hand. I swat it away. He could keep the scarf.
* * *
Fall has always been my favorite time of year. It looks especially pretty at the park, which is exactly where I'm at. A sixteen-year-old isn't too old for the park, right?
Leaves crunch behind me and I see Sean, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes as he walks toward me. He asks if I can talk to him. I shrug and he heads over to the bushes at the edge of the park.
He slips yellow fabric out of his pocket. "Do you remember this?" My scarf!
I reach for it but he pulls it away playfully. I stride up to him with a hand raised. He flinches, expecting me to slap him, when instead I cup his face with my hand. I kiss him as he slides the scarf around my neck. This scarf made us both so lucky to have met.
Hey guys this was a contest that I entered for sporknife Thanks for reading! :)
