The Iron Lighthouse

The Desk

*Davy pictured above*

"Ellie, can I come over to your house?" Rebecca asked as we walked down the halls. Finally, school was over, meaning that I could go home and do pretty much whatever.

"Sure, we haven't hung out in a while," I answered. "I think the last time you came over was... last Friday."

"That was a week ago," she said, rolling her eyes. "That's not even that long!"

I shrugged. "Whatever. I forgot to tell you, but I found something interesting in the lighthouse."

"Really? What?"

"You'll have to wait and see!" 

"Ugh, Ellie sometimes I hate you."

"Ooh, I think it's a hate triangle, since Ellie's always saying she hates me!" Davy exclaimed, coming up behind us.

I just glared at him. "There is no such thing!" 

"Ya there is. Rebecca hates you, and you hate me, and I hate bees."

"That doesn't work," I told him.

"It does. Because bees hate Rebecca, she's always getting stung by them in the summer."

"But that would mean I don't hate bees," Rebecca added. "Because then it wouldn't be a triangle since bees hate me and I hate them."

"This is all so confusing," I muttered. 

"But then-" Davy started.

"Don't you dare!" I growled.

"Sheesh, someones cranky," Davy exclaimed.

"Oh look, here's the door! And now we're outside, and you have to walk home and your home is that way, and mine's this way!" I told Davy, pushing him left and pulling Rebecca right.

"Hey! Rebecca doesn't live near you she lives near me! So she should be walking home with me!" Davy shouted

"I'm gonna hang out with Ellie," Rebecca told Davy.

"Can I come?"

"Sure," Rebecca responded. I inwardly groaned but did not express my feelings about it. I was hoping to help Rebecca finish her essay, but with Davy there it would be impossible. Also, he would probably make a big deal about the thing in the lighthouse that I planned on only showing Rebecca.

Then Rebecca turned to me. "You're okay with that, right Ellie?"

I just nodded, figuring I should just go with it. "Well it's a bit of a walk, so we should get going."

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My house sits on top of a big hill, right next to the Salvin Lighthouse, which towers over the ocean. Between my house and the lighthouse, there is a big white pine tree, which was slightly taller than the lighthouse. From the bottom of the hill, you can't see the water or the steep, rocky slope that leads down to it. It makes it look like the hill is at the end of the world, and there's nothing beyond it, just a house, a tree, and a lighthouse on top of it.

As we hiked up the hill, I was awed by the beauty of the lighthouse like always. Unlike traditional lighthouses that were painted red and white, this one was just white. Well, white and gray, because the white paint was peeling, revealing some of the iron that made up the entire lighthouse.

"So, what are your plans for today?" Davy asked Rebecca and I as we reached the top. We were now standing outside the doors of the lighthouse. They were tall, about ten feet, and made of the special iron that the rest of the lighthouse had. The only difference is that they weren't painted, making them look rather menacing against the plain white of the rest of the lighthouse.