"Fish, fish, got my wish!" I chanted as I teasingly stuck my tongue out at him.
I was destroying Evan at Go Fish. The day after Evan first arrived, we played nothing but board games. Today we were only playing card games.
"Congratulations," Evan said as I set down the last book of cards.
I grinned.
"Let's play again. This time I'm going to win," Evan challenged.
"In your dreams," I retorted.
I started to shuffle the cards and deal them out. My mom walked down the stairs holding a large overflowing laundry bin in her arm.
"Bridget? Can you do me a favor and pull out the weeds in the front yard?" she asked.
"Sure."
"I'll help," Evan politely said.
We walked to the garage. I perused through the large cabinets chock full of stuff until I found two pairs of gloves and a box of durable trash bags.
"Catch!" I commanded as I tossed him his gloves and a trash bag.
We stepped over to the two mangy-looking gardens.
"I'll take the right side and you take the left," I informed him.
We got to work. I pulled on the big gloves and plopped myself down on the grass near the garden. I was so glad that it wasn't that hot out today. There was a nice steady breeze going. I reached over and grabbed a particularly nasty-looking weed and yanked the weed out. One down, a hundred to go! Great.
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I kept on working, never taking a break, not even when I was so thirsty that I thought that I would pass out. I kept on grabbing and yanking. Grabbing and yanking. I felt like I was going to go berserk. I made my way to the last patch of land that I had to cover, the back corner of the garden. I spotted a wilted patch of flowers right smack in the corner's middle. I grabbed a hold of the flowers and yanked it out. I started to shake the dirt out of the roots in the air. Not much dirt was coming off. I swatted at the roots, to loosen the dirt, and felt something odd. I looked at the roots, and weirdly enough, tangled in them, was a small golden key.
I sat there, my eyebrows knit in puzzlement.
"Evan, come here."
He shuffled over.
"What?"
"Look. I found a key tangled in the plant roots."
"Do you know what the key goes to?"
"I think so."
I took off sprinting with Evan trailing behind.
YOU ARE READING
Key to the Past
ChickLitBridgette Evans is your typical teenage girl. She hangs out with her best friend, fights with her mom, and has a crush on a cute guy. However, things are about to unravel very quickly for her. Her life is about to change.