I always draw pictures of me up on home base ready to hit that one home run and win the game for the team but I don’t play sports so it's almost impossible.
On my first day of middle school I was sweating so bad it looked like I had just jumped in a pool. I wanted to make such a good impression so I put on my best dress, put my hair up real nice, and went down to the old bridge and threw a coin in the water for good luck. When I got to school There he was, Lucas Feen, captain of the football team, head of the after school academics club, those beautiful blue eyes, shaggy brown hair, but of course he was surrounded by the most popular girls. The ones that wear really short skirts, crop tops, and really high heels, “the rebels”. At least that's what I call them.
When I got home from school I had lunch then went down to the bridge and laid down in the grass looking up at the clouds. I think I might have fallen asleep because when I woke up the sun was going down. After a few minutes of trying to remember my dream I realized it was about my dad and me fixing the bridge and building a small shack in the trees on the other side of the bridge. We would go and sit there for hours, but after he died the shack had become abandoned and fell down in the woods.
The dream kept playing over and over in my head but each time before it ended I could hear the last words of my dad before the accident; “I don’t care what happens to me Kathy, just get down with Libs and never let her go!”. It was the hardest time of his life and we all know that, but my mom keeps telling me that it was his time and that God needed him up in Heaven more than we did down here on Earth. Because I couldn’t stop the dream replays I decided to ask my mom for some pictures of my dad before the accident.
I have buried this letter in a red woven box and there is a picture of me under the bridge and my wife in all white holding the box after she found it at the old public school library in an old book in the back room of the library. If you wish to find me follow the map and this hint. “To the crown by the bridge I have gone to hide a note, down where the mardi gras are and alligators roam.”
After we read the letter we looked at the map, the X was in New Orleans. Looks like we are headed to New Orleans. The only problem was how we were to get there. Then it can to me Jenny is going to New orleans next week. Now the other problem is how do I go with her since she hates me. If anything was going to get us that trip it was Katherine. The next day we rode our bikes mom got us to Jennys. I hid in the bushes with my bike and Katherine went to talk to Jenny. It worked she got us the trip some how.