Young Writers Society

We arrived at home and I got out of the car. It was sunny here at the house and the air had the sweet smell of cherry blossoms in the air.

I pulled mom to the backyard and hopped over the white picket fence. She came after me warily. I gestured towards the little chattering brook and the tall trees. It is about an acre of flat space and then it slopes down to the Siuslaw River. 

"Elana, this is a cool spot. I am a little worried about the fact that there is a river down the hill though. You are allowed back here as long as you promise me to not go anywhere near the slope. Okay? And tell us ~ I mean let us know when you are going back here. And never let Mark come back here. Got that?" she said hesitantly but sternly.

I nodded my head. I promise. 

"Okay. I will leave you here for a while to do whatever you do back here. Just be careful. And, if there is a violation of the rules you will never be allowed back here again." she voiced.

I nodded my head for about the 10000th time in the past two weeks. She hopped back over and I, for the first time today was left in peace.

I gladly welcomed the gentle breeze as it blew my thin, black hair in the wind. I put my sockless feet in the cool water. We had gotten a lot of rain in March, and the brook was about a foot and a half feet deep now. The water tickled my toes, and as I recalled the events of the day my eyes got cloudy. I quickly blinked back my tears and looked up at the tiny patches of light coming through the gaps in the evergreen trees. I took my feet out of the water and decided to just sit in the brook. I shivered as the cold water flowed down my T-shirt, soaking it through. It felt good. I got out and went and sat on a large, dry boulder and let the sun dry my wet body. I stayed there like that for a while, laying there, welcoming the bright sun. For that short period of time I had not a care in the world.