In 2nd grade, I met this girl. I met her at lunch on the playground. She was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while sitting under an oak tree. She wasn’t like any other girl, she was different. She wore jeans, and small black converses, with a simple plain light blue t-shirt. Her light brown hair was braided in pig tails and she wore a small baseball cap to protect her eyes from the heaping sun. I remember seeing her slowly take out her cookies from her metal, rusty lunch box. She was like nothing my eyes had ever seen before. I wanted to go up to her, but I was afraid. When I finally got up the guts to walk over my feet started moving slowly. I was almost there when she looked up and stared at me. My eyes grew big and i just pretended i was walking the other way. The bell rang and that was it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every day she would sit under the oak tree, alone with her hair in pig tails, and her lunch box getting rustier each day.
After a month of staring at her from a distance, I knew I would never be brave enough. But one day, i noticed she had gone to the bathroom and left her lunch box under the tree. I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote her a message, ran over to her lunch box and stuffed it in. After that day i never saw her under the tree. Or at all. 7 years later, i got a package in the mail. I opened it, and there was the lunch box. I opened it and inside i found my letter. It read.
” Dear pretty girl,
I love you. Meet me at the creek under the bridge tomorrow.
Love, James.”
Underneath it was somebody else’s hand writing,
It read.
” I love you to. See you there.
- Julia”
That’s when i realized, i forgot to go the creek. I was so excited about finally telling her that i loved her, that i forgot to meet her before school.
I picked up the lunch box and put it on my shelf. I looked inside the box, and found a printed letter.
The letter told me, that little Julia had drowned that morning in the creek. All they found was her lunch box…..