moving

I had just moved to Salem, and while my mom and Dad were unloading the moving truck, I went outside to my backyard to explore it. When I got in the backyard-something was not normal, and that was the tree. I mean there was something funny in the tree, not the tree its self. The tree had a little boat in it-upside-down-with a girl in it. The girl seemed about my age: ten. “He-lp! Please!” the girl screamed. I ran inside to get my camera. Minutes later, when I came out, there was a fire truck and firemen, and my parents’ were running and screaming stuff. There was a ladder up against the tree trunk, with a fireman climbing up it. I took pictures like a crazy woman. When my parents’ stopped screaming and running, the fireman finished climbing the ladder. The girl threw up on the fireman a lot, and the fireman dodged throw up a lot. The fireman got the girl safely out of the boat. The fireman carried the girl down the tree and ladder. The girl collapsed on the grass. Everyone gasped. Luckily, the girl sat up six minutes later, and said, “Hi. Pardon me for throwing up on your clean green grass. Please don’t mind me. I’m Emily. Oh, and I’d like to tell my story.” “Wait. I’m Jessie, and I would like to write it down, so please wait while I get my notebook and pen,” I said. I ran back inside and got my purple panda notebook and pen off the desk and returned back outside. “Ready, Emily,” I said. “I was in my boat my great-grandfather made. I was in the ocean, and rowing. Then came a monster wave, and my boat and I went flying into your tree here. Upside-down. So I was in there, in it, and I had lost my paddle. And then you, Jessie, came outside, and then someone called the fire department, so I was relieved,” Emily said. I wrote all of that down. It took two pages. After that my mom and Dad went back to unloading the truck, and the firemen left, which left Emily and I. Emily was really wet. “So, um, you want some dry clothes? You seem my size,” I said. “You can come in too. Let’s go.” Emily and I walked inside. I got my dress and leggings for Emily, and a towel. “Would you like some soda or water or juice?” I asked. “Soda, please,” Emily said. I handed Emily a coca cola. Then Emily set down her soda and went to change. When she came back, she said, “you know I’ve got to go home, right?” “Why couldn’t you stay the night tonight, Emily?” I asked. “I got to go home, my mom’s waiting,” Emily said. “We’ve got a dock. I’ll walk you there,” I volunteered. Emily agreed. We got my dad to get her boat down and make her a new paddle. Mom and Dad came too. “Down to the dock we go-ooo!” my dad sang.

At the dock, Emily set the boat in the water and carefully got in it. She got her paddle and paddled away. We waved. Emily turned and waved back.

I will never forget that summer. I put pictures of every summer here, now, in an album. I really miss Emily. 

The End