Our Music Box
La na la la la!! Our mom would play music from her fine antique music box. La na la la la!! I would joyfully sing and dance along with my sister. At least while she was here. I miss my other half. My twin. Me and Alexa would do everything together when we were little. We would go to the park, and push each other on the rusty swing set. I loved Alexa. I would do anything to get her back. It has been eleven years since she went missing. Sometimes, I try to imagine how lovely it would be to be eighteen years old with another soul just like me now.
Alexa died when we were seven. We were coming home from daddy’s big house, and mom rushed out the front door trying to stop dad from driving up the driveway. Mom shouted something like, “John! Get Alexa and leave Vanessa in the car! Hurry! Faster John! Come on Alexa!” The three of them scrambled into the house. I was still locked in the car. After a little while, Mom came out with tears running down her pale face. She motioned me to come, and I did. She handed my dinner and made me eat in my room and go to bed. Alexa never came to bed that night. When I woke up the next morning, Alexa was still missing. I headed to the kitchen to get a bowl of Captain Crunch. I heard a crying muffled voice. I recognized it. It was mom. I ran to her, and dad was right by her side. I don’t remember the last time they were together like this. I asked where Alexa was, and that just sent another hour of crying over them. That was how I lost Alexa. I still don’t know what happened to her. Nobody ever told me. Nobody talked about it. We all pretended to forget it. Except me.
My nineteenth birthday is next week, and I think I want Jessica and Raia to come sleepover. When I got home, I went to get a snack and head for homework. I saw some Captain Crunch in the pantry, and smiled, remembering the good times with Alexa. I headed to my mom’s huge library, which took up our whole basement. I needed a chemistry book I know she had for my homework that Mrs. Cathrina assigned.
As I was looking through the shelves of thick textbooks, a shimmery pink box reflected the new lights my mom installed last week. I grabbed one of the wooden mini ladders to get up higher to get a better look at the box. I recognized it. It was the music box that me and Alexa danced to. I opened it. I played music and closed my eyes. I loved this music. La na la la la!! I hummed to myself. I took a better look. In the box was a tube. A tube filled with blue liquid. The tube had Alexa’s name written on it. I kept going through the box and found a detailed letter to someone named, “The Spontaneous Gretchen.” She apparently wanted a child so badly that she took Alexa. The letter also said that if you broke the tube with blue liquid, Alexa would come back. I immediately dropped the tube from the top of the ladder I was standing on. It broke, and a beautiful girl that looked just like me squealed and hugged me halfway from climbing down the ladder steps. I couldn’t believe it! We were finally reunited! I glanced at the letter realizing that I didn’t finish reading it. It said that after a few minutes, that she, herself, the Spontaneous Gretchen would come and kill Alexa and whoever broke the tube. Oh no. What did I do?
Just then, A dusty cloud appeared, and there was….the Spontaneous Gretchen. I remembered something suddenly. I hugged Alexa and a strong glowy light protected me and Alexa. Our lockets of peace. They were given to us by our mother and father to show us that sisters are there for each other forever. The Spontaneous Gretchen’s body melted, and I have my sister back! When mom and dad got home, they cried for joy when they saw us together.
Now I have my sister back. My other half. My twin. Because of a our music box.