Keys

Dallas, Sam and Izzy return to the cave with twoo keys out of three, but do they fit?

Chapter 4

Dear Diary,                  June 16^th 2:30pm

I’m not sure what I was going to type. Oh well, right? I’m not that sad anymore, or depressed or anything. I’m glad, Dallas was dying to go back down to the cave and Sam wouldn’t go with him without me, not that she was scared. She wasn’t.

We are going to go down there again so bye.

Izzy

“Dallas, give me the darn box or we will not be coming back here, ever!” I almost screamed.  Come on Dallas, I might have a key, only one; we have to find two more…Such an odd number of keys. Wonder why?

“Ooh okay, if you insist,” Dallas whined. “Why can’t I h- h-hold it?”

Oh no. He’s going to start crying. Shoot. “Come on!” I stomped my foot because I didn’t know what else to do.

“It’s important Dallas!” Sam shouted at her brother. “You have to give it to Izzy now!”

“F… F… Fine!” Dallas said and threw the box in the air and I caught it before it crashed on the rocks and dirt.

We walked back to the opening of the ‘cave’ and sat down. I held it in my hands and prayed for the two keys I had fit.

“Izzy put them in there!”  Dallas whined. He was such a whiner.

I slid the first key in one hole, it didn’t fit. I tried the first key in the second hole. It fit! I tried the second key in the first hole. It didn’t fit.

Author's Note

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