The Poem

“Oh! I thought it was Friday! Honestly,” I explained earnestly.

My mom let out a slow sigh and said, “Go put your stuff away and head over to Justin’s house. He called and said he’s starting your  tutoring lesson early,” My mom replied, shaking her head at my idioticy.

I slipped on my shoes and ran over to Justin’s house after I put my stuff back in my room. I rang the doorbell and Justin came to the door in less then three seconds. He yelled something to his parents then opened the screen door. His lips were pulled down into a frown. He said nothing to me. Not even a ‘hi’.  He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me forward outside. He shut the door behine us.

I guess I was supposed to walk, but I had to run because he was walking so fast. When we came to a weeping willow by the park near my house he stopped. It was by an interception in Floor Street and Lock lane. He pulled me under the tree and had me sat down next to him.

“I think you got a call telling you to come here. Why didn’t you?” he questioned immediately, trying to get right to the point.

“I don’t know. It didn’t seem right.” I confessed honestly.

Then before Justin could reply, a white bird flew from nowhere and dropped a piece of paper rolled up. There was a blue ribbon wrapped around it, holding it together. On the paper the letter ‘L’ was in white, and it was in elegant writing.
Justin took the ribbon off and read the writing out loud:

In the water you will find,
Someone special on your mind,
To the bottom you will go,
Where the water does not flow,
To find a treasure that leads up,
And I wish you lots of luck.

“What does that mean?” I asked Justin.

Justin stared at the note, then the ribbon. He studied it for a while in confusion.

I leaned over to look at the writing. “The person who wrote it must not be very well educated. Look at the handwriting. It’s sloppy like a third graders, and look at the ribbon it has the letter ‘L’  on it,” I observed.

“You’ve got a point, but I’m looking at the poem. ‘In the water you will find someone close to your mind.’ I guess it means someone love will be lost and we need to find them underwater,” he analyzed.

“What about the next line. ‘To the bottom you will go, where the water does not flow.’” I suggested.

“Maybe… after we find that person we might have to go above land,” he pointed to the sky.

Why were we talking about this?

“Well, you need to help me study! Our test is on Monday,” I told him impatiently. “What time is it?”

Before I got an answer, the ground began to shake and then everything went black. The next thing I knew, I was on my bed being shook by my mom. So everything was just a dream?

“Wake up! Time for school!” my mom yelled. When I sat up, she left the room leaving me confused.

I looked at the clock next to my bed. It read: 7:50 a.m.

I never slept that  late. I usually woke up at 7:30 a.m.. but I guess my dream lasted a bit longer.

I took a sheet of paper and pencil, and  wrote down the two street names I remembered in my dream. I also wrote down the fancy “L”. I didn’t know what this meant, but I knew I had to copy it down before I forgot.

I grabbed my bag, put on my shoes, grabbed a piece of toast and headed out the door.

When I opened the door, Justin stood outside, crossed-armed and leaning against the wall.

“You’re five minutes late,” he said without smiling.

The End

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