Memory
"Tetra, you can't just tell us to clean, when you yourself aren't even participating in it as well." Mako said matter-of-factly. He just needed to shut up. My room wasn't that bad anyway. It just had… character.
"My room isn't that bad Mako. I mean everyone else's is at least ten times worse," I lied to save my own butt.
"Mm no. You can't just say that, and be defensive by saying your room has 'character'," He put up his hands and did air quotes. Jackass.
"Well it do-,"
"It's spring cleaning. Everyone has to do it. Even you, the great Captain Tetra." He pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and scampered downstairs to his room. I grimly looked over to my room. The door was wide open, revealing books upon maps upon maps, collectible rocks, clothes, everything scattered out on the floor. Even my jewelry box, containing all of my precious treasures, were spilled on the floor. I remembered I was looking for something in particular. Regardless, it looked like an earthquake hit my room. It was simply overflowing with character. I grumbled all the way to my room, treading through the ginormous pile of dirty and clean clothes. I sat on my bed with a 'hmph'. I stared at the giant mess, figuring out where to start. The clothes would probably be the hardest. Or maybe the maps. The jewelry would probably be the simplest. Possibly the books. Books… Something caught my attention when I looked at the scattered novels.
"Tootie's Log…" I whispered aloud. Then I shivered. Tootie. I hated that nickname. I couldn't help but laugh at it though. My mother had given me that name when I was very little, and it stuck all up until she had passed. "Hm…" I sat down and tucked my knees underneath me. I placed some other books on the shelf underneath my bed, but then picked up my old journal. I blew off the dust that was caked on the cover, and flipped to a random page. The book immediately skipped to a page where a small trinket was hidden between two pages. "What…?" I lifted a small necklace from the ancient (hardly, but it seemed like it) diary and supported the bottom part of the necklace with my left hand. It was a golden triangle, with what seemed to be a big triangle piece cut out of it. I blinked, then suddenly remembered what it was. My mother had said to keep it close to my heart, and to pass it down to my next generation. I looked down at the page that it was tucked in, and in my chicken scratch of handwriting, it was the story of how my mother gave it to me. I started to read.
Today was inturesting. Mommy gave me a wierd necklace that has a goldan triaingl on it. Well kind of a triaingl. It is just like the outline of a triangle. Its very pretty. She says to keep it with me at all times, and to give it to my daturs when I get old. Like Im going to have chyldren. I asked her what was so important about it, and she says that its been passed down our famly ever since my grate grate grate grate grate grate grate grate grate gramma. Thats a long time. Maybee mor or less then that, but still.
I laughed at my spelling errors, but my heart swelled when I started to recall the event. But I started to wonder why I had to keep such an ancient old thing so close to me. "Maybe some day, a prince will come save me, and this will be the key to his heart…" I murmured to myself. I looked up and stared at my wall. "What the Hell am I saying…?"