“Untitled”
By Mariah Mayfield
Teacher: Ms. Auletta-LeConte School
Award: First Place-Fifth Grade Essay
When I woke up I saw a small green box. As I rubbed my eyes, I noticed that the box had a lock with no key. I left the small box alone. I stepped onto the cold wooden floor. As I did, an alarming chill shot through my spine. I walked toward my very unorganized desk. I grabbed my pink charm bracelet that my dad gave to me before he left for the army. It had all my favorite things; a football, a violin, and an I Love You charm. But there was something unusual about my bracelet.
It had another charm, a new charm that looked like a key. I ran toward the box with joy. I slowly and carefully injected the key into the locked box. I twisted left and turned right. The silver “U” shape unhinged itself from the black rectangle. Using only my thumb and index finger I opened the box. It was a letter from my Uncle Tommy. I opened it with excitement. The note said, “I’m really sorry to say kiddo but your dad died”. I cried and cried and cried. I wish I could have died with him.