The wind blew through the branches, the tree swayed underneath me. Not today either. I sighed. How long would he keep me waiting? Knowing it was getting dark, I slipped from branch to brach till I reached the ground. Easy enough. I pulled my backpack onto my shoulder and headed home.
"How was school today?" My mom asked as I walked into the room.
"Fine," I muttered and headed upstairs, depressed. I got changed and quickly finished my homework. I marked off another day on the calender. Three years. I let out another small sigh and headed downstairs for dinner.
"So, where were you after school today?" My mom asked trying to break the awkward silence.
"You know," I replied grumpily.
"Still not there?"
"I wouldn't be here if he was," I said and stirred my food on my plate.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. What's it been now? Two years?"
"Three years, two weeks, four days," I didn't miss a breath. My mom gave me a understanding smile and went backto eating her food.
"How about this week we have a movie marathon? I could rent all the Princess Diaries movies. Or Lord of the Rings. Oh! what about Miss Congeniality?" She said. I could literally see her composing a list in her mind.
"And we'll stuff ourselves on Ben and Jerry's Moose Tracks and Mint Chocolate chip icecream?"
"Yes! perfect idea! This will be so much fun!" Mom did a little bounce in her seat. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
After planning out the small party I headed back to my room. I landed on my bed with a small oof! I stared at the ceiling and suddenly a thought occured to me. Scooting quickly off my bed I dropped to the floor and dragged out a small brown box. Carefully, i lifted the lid off it and smiled. Inside were some photos, a music box, a made up tresure map, and what appeared to be a journal. Lifting the music box out of the box carefully, i noticed how even though it had been there for three years, the gold paint that directed the sides wasn't chipped. When i opened it, the smell of pine trees rushed over me. A soft, delicate melody drifted lightly from the box, and i smiled and started humming along with it, somehow still remembering the tune. While it played I took out the photos. I examined each one carefully, my heart hurting slightly and my smile bittersweet as i remembered the good days. I luaghed at some, cried at others. After having my share of emotional time for the day, I put the photos back in the box and placed it under my bed. I let the music box's sweet notes lull me to sleep.