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“Okay,” I said running out of his office and up to my bedroom. I grabbed two of my favorite fairy pens and<br />
then I ran back out of the house and back down the street, paper flopping all the way. Tommy stuck his head<br />
out of the tree house doorway watching me.<br />
“Well, don’t just stand there, take a pen,” I said handing him my green, fairy pen and a piece of paper to go<br />
with it, as I climbed up the ladder.<br />
“And do what with it?”<br />
“Tommy Hanson, don’t be silly, you are supposed to write down your hopes and dreams. We’ll fill the box<br />
and then we’ll bury it. Just like you said<strong>—</strong>or did you forget already.” I touched the pen to the paper.<br />
“What exactly are we supposed to write?” Tommy asked looking quite confused.<br />
“I thought you were supposed to know… Why don’t we write about what job we want to have when we are<br />
older?” I asked writing: What Job I Want to Have When I am Older.<br />
Tommy wrote down the same thing. I covered my paper so that he couldn’t see what else I wrote. I’m not sure<br />
what I want for a job, there are many things that I would like to do. I want to be a singer. I want to be a model. I want to be an<br />
office lady, the kind that gets to read all of the papers. I want to be a doctor, so that I can help people.<br />
That is what I wrote. I was only able to catch a glance at what Tommy wrote before he blocked my view<br />
with his hand.<br />
“Hey!” I yelled lifting myself up higher to try to get another glance at it. He turned his paper over <strong>com</strong>pletely<br />
and threw a hand over it.<br />
“You can’t see it now; we can dig it up later and read what we wrote.”<br />
“How much later will we dig it up?” I asked attempting to create a logical date in my mind.<br />
“I don’t know; we’ll have to pick one… I think after my 16 th birthday.”<br />
“After my 16 th birthday,” I said making my words final. Tommy is one-year-older than I am. He always<br />
reminds me of that, and uses that one year against me.<br />
“After your birthday it shall be.”<br />
I paused before grabbing another piece of paper, “It seems like being 16 is so long away. I mean, I’ll be 16<br />
and I’ll drive a car,” I said. I could imagine what I’d do when I was 16. I’d get my first job and I’d have my own<br />
car; it would be lavender with yellow wheels.<br />
I started doodling on my paper and created a terribly constructed image of a car, and I wrote the colors that<br />
it would be. At the top, I titled it: My First Car.<br />
“Cars don’t <strong>com</strong>e in lavender,” Tommy said peering over my hand.<br />
“Hey!” I yelled covering it up.<br />
“It’s true, and tires aren’t yellow, they’re black.”<br />
“Tires are white too, and I can paint my car lavender if I want to. Yellow and lavender go nice together.”<br />
“They go nice together; just don’t let them get too close, I’d hate to see them mixed together,” Tommy<br />
laughed.<br />
“Colors don’t mix up that easily, Tom.” Tommy hates it when I call him Tom; he says he doesn’t like it<br />
because he is only called Tom after he’s done something wrong.<br />
“Whatever you say, Ceal.”<br />
I folded up the notes that I already made, marked my name on the back of them, and gently set them down<br />
into the box. Tommy mimicked what I did, but he didn’t write his name on the back of them.<br />
I reached into the box and grabbed his out of there.<br />
“What are you doing? You can’t read them yet.”<br />
“I’m not reading them, silly Tommy, you have to put your name on them.” I marked his name on them and<br />
threw them back into the box.<br />
“What for,” Tommy asked grabbing them back out of the box.<br />
“So that when we dig it up again we can sort through them and know who wrote what, don’t you think that’s<br />
logic?” I asked writing on another piece of paper.<br />
“You wrote my name wrong,” Tommy said grabbing the piece of paper that I had just written on.<br />
“No I didn’t,” I said grabbing the paper from him to look at my spelling of his name.<br />
“Tommy has two Ms, you only put one,” Tommy said honestly.<br />
“Yeah, I left that one out because I was testing you.”