The Bush, The Booklet, and the Box
By Katrina Morgan
Merica Paen Paced the halls.She stopped at the windowfor a galnce of her box hidden behind a bush.It had all of her special things, like her first book,her lucky bracelet,or one of her lost teeth.Merica charged down the steps.A windows blinds were still open,the light flashed at her eyes. It was early morning.The sun wa sjust coming out,she blinkedand rubbed her eyes.She rushed to the pathway door, and rushed outside.Suddenly the sprinklers came on,still in her night clothes ,Merica paniced and ran down the pathway.Water drinched down her shirt.Merica stopped at the bush where her box was.There it sat.The ancient box, so old with dust.Merica blew off the dust and coughed.opened it slowly and she tookout a small booklet.It was brown with chinese hand writing on it.Merica brushed her long black ahir behind her ears.
