the missing green cords

"I don't have a clue where they could be," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Sure you do and if I find out you had something to do with them disappearing, you will regret it. Got me?" she snarled.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead as she turned away and stomped out of my bedroom. I quickly closed the door and peered out my bedroom window. I could still see the dirt piled up where I had buried them the day before. I closed the light and tried to calm myself away to dreamland so I could escape my guilt.

The morning came. The guilt hurried back. I looked out the window again. I shuttered and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Having a big sister had its priveleges. I could wear her stylish clothes, copy her latest hair-do's and even try on her bra when she wasn't around - wishing for the day to come that I could have one of my very own.

This time I knew I blew it. We both loved those green cords. They were light green and had laces at the bottom to tie up. Sounds gross now but they were very cool back then. I knew when she warned me that morning to take care of them, I was taking a big chance. I was somewhat careless and clumsy at the best of times. I decided to take the short-cut to school and without a care in the world, I jumped the fence. I almost peeed myself. "R-R-R-R-R-I-P". There was a huge tear from my bum all the way down to my ankle. I actually got stuck on the fence and had to pull the wire out that had ended the short life of my sister's favourite pants. The green cords. The now missing green cords.

I wonder if they are still buried in our backyard on Norway Avenue??????