-1What Was

I can still see the house; my home twenty years ago. I would scamper around small white house with a red door and a streetlight in its front. The lamp was old fashioned; its light a dull illuminating glow. The house had two bedrooms, one for me and one for mother; for father was away with business. A forest encompassed from behind our trio of comes; a road stretching before them. But I was not allowed to play there, instead I was bound to the lush grass and waving leaves of my forest home. I would lie in the soft lawn between the trees, gazing up at the clouds and the dawn as I did that day: the day I met Thomas, my first friend.

He was a boy who claimed to have recently moved into the grey house behind my own that's lawn was UN kept and door UN red. His roof, unlike mine, had forbidding horns, and three windows always dark and three always light. The day we met, it was dawn and mother said I could play outside. I lay in the soft grass, gazing past the quivering leafs at the scattered clouds and predawn light. I heard a slight noise beside me and glanced over to see a boy around eight, two years more than me, laying beside me.

"Hello," I said politely, gazing at his black ruffled hair and clear blue eyes that stared straight up. When no response came, I simply shifted back to the brightening sky, wondering what today would bring. Finally, I grew bored of the sky whose clouds floated away. I began to long to run.

"Look," I said, rolling onto my knees, standing, and dusting off my light blue dress that "complimented" my royal blue eyes, as mother always told me. My wavy blonde hair rippled in the early sunlight. "I'm bored, so do you want to play or lay here in my yard alone?"

The kid sighed, "What do you want to do?" I could tell he was shy.

"Well, let's go play in the woods. I know a stream near a good place for tag." I watched him get to his feet, struck by how threadbare his clothes seemed.

Since that day we were friends. Most every dawn we met beneath the green leaves; we would point out clouds and race through the trunks, our feet bare. I had never had so much fun, been so free, as I was that summer. The first day of fall, I lay alone in the grass. Thomas had not come this time and I figured that he was probably sick. But this continued and I never saw or heard from him again.

Now I stand here, alone, in the cool autumn breeze; and it's been twenty years since we were both her, talking, laughing, and playing. I stare at the grey house, my hand rested on the white brick of my own. I drew a deep breath, surveying the landscape with sad eyes. Maybe I'll bring my daughter here one day and show her our hideout, I muse, allowing this to make me smile. Because though he is gone, I know that we'll always be one, and my children will grow up to have memories of this place, I know it.

I turn away to leave, the real world's duties called, and as I did I can swear that I saw him; the pale boy with threadbare clothes in the woods: Thomas.

A/C: I wrote this for class and my mother loved it… I put it under vampires cause I have no clue what the boy was… knowing me he was always a vampire!! Lol, please review… I don't know if it should be anything more than it is… Thank You so much!!!