The next day was pretty uneventful. I pretty much sat around the house, waiting for something to happen. Then when I was watching television and Mother was washing the dishes the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” I cried. I opened the door to only find a slip of paper on the ground weighed down my a rock. I picked it up and began walking inside, “Who was it Jameson?”
“Uh someone selling stuff. I’m going upstairs.” I walked up to my room and shut the door, opening the paper, with something falling out. It was a photo, the one person obviously me, with someone that looked like Brent. We were probably six, grinning ear to ear, revealing missing teeth. I found myself grinning with us then. Then I started reading the note:
Here’s proof that I knew you before. This picture was taken when I was 8, you 7, 2 years before your parents kicked me out of your life.
PS Walk out to the balconey at 12 for a surprise.
I stared at the letter for a bit longer before taking the picture and shoving it behind another in my picture frame on my dresser. “I hope you’re not sneaking around up there Jameson,” I heard my mother warn me from downstairs. I looked at the clock: 11:45. I looked at my attire, yelping in embarressment; I was still in my pj’s. I began flurrying about for clothes and doing my hair. I growled in frustration when my hair wouldn’t stay straight, quickly putting it up in a ponytail. I ended up wearing a white and blue striped tank and cut-off shorts. I looked at the clock again, breathing a sigh of relief when I had just made it in time to rush out to the balconey. “Hey Jamie! You ready?” Brent pointed towards the beach and my jaw dropped. There was a beautiful sailboat sitting close to the waves, “What the-”
“I brought it over last night. Like it?” The hull of it was green, much lie Brent’s eyes with the name Dragonfly written on its side. “It’s…it’s…amazing. Actually breathtaking.” And it was.