Griffin & Lily

Lily and Griffin have been friends since fourth grade. Their relationship is full of inside jokes and many surprises. Lily finding a mysterious box with no key to open it is just the start to their roller coaster eighth grade year. Their friendship will grow and strengthen as learn about themselves and what it means to love.

This blurb will change as I write/publish more of the story.


1. Leaves and Boxes

Leaves and Boxes




      Our giggles got lost in the tangled branches. I tried to look back to see if Griffin was still behind me, but my curled, light brown mane, that was my hair, got caught in my face. My feet were still pounding against the soft floor of the woods. Spots of sunlight found their way through the foliage and onto the forest floor, like the reflections off a disco ball. I was starting to run out of breath, but I just had to beat Griffin. To reassure my lead, I turned my head once more. Through my noodle-like hair, I could see a bit of the woods behind me, but no Griffin. Suddenly, the forest scene flipped on its side, but then I realized that, really, I had.

     Discombobulated, I sat up and assessed my surroundings: I was plopped down on the forest floor, next to a big oak. There were brown leaves caught in my hair, and dirt on my overalls. I brushed myself off and went scouting for whatever had tripped me.

     About five feet from the tree, there was something protruding from the ground. I did my best to dig up the object with my bare hands, but my nails were bit short and stuffed with grime. I hit something hard and pulled it out from the ground. It was a wooden box, about the size of a grapefruit— but cube. There was a lock on the front but it wouldn't open. I started searching for a key, but then I heard a rustling of leaves and footsteps. I jerked my head up and met my eyes with Griffin's. He was leaning against a tree with rough bark.

     "Oh. It's just you. Hey, come over here, look what I found!" I said. He came over and squatted down behind me, looking over my left shoulder. "It's a box that I dug up right over here," I pointed to the dent in the earth.

     "You've got leaves in your hair," He said right into my ear. He did that. He would point out the most random details, like he wasn't even listening. But in a weird way, I kind of loved it. I reached back and picked three or four crisp leaves out of my hair. "Missed one," Griffin said picking the last leaf out of my hair. "Sorry. So, this box?" I mentally smiled. He was listening.

     "Um, yeah. Well, there's one problem. See this lock? There's no key."

     "That is a problem," He said taking a place next to me. He put his long legs out in ront of him and leaned back on his hands.

     Griffin looked like something straight out of a children's book. He had a thin face with an array of freckles which he called his "sprinkles". He had square glasses with green wire frames. His strawberry blond hair fell perfectly over his forehead. His teeth were as straight as it got, and his lips were a bright coral. His rolled up pants brushed against my legs, and his thin cotton shirt rubbed against mine.

     "So what should we do?" I asked.

     "Find the key, obviously. This is a big mystery! We have to investigate!" I hadn't seen Griffin this excited in a really long time.





     The sun pushed through the trees just right. My bare feet grimaced at the touch of pointy acorn tops, but I kept running. It all felt very dramatic, chasing a girl through the forest, on a perfect October afternoon. Yes, very dramatic. Once I lost sight of her messy tangles, I picked up my pace. She was going to beat me. She didn't tell me we'd be racing today so I came in pants, but I rolled them up so the cuffs sat on my knee caps. I also chose to wear a thin cotton tee shirt, which was a bit more appropriate for the weather.

     As I came around a large oak tree, I saw her. A crouched figure on its knees, bent over something, untamed curls swinging from its head. Lily didn't notice I was there so I leaned against the tree. Suddenly, she looked straight at me with fearful eyes but then took a quick sigh of relief. I didn't really listen to what she said next, but I came and crouched behind her shoulder. I finally saw what she was bending over: a small wooden box.

     "It's a box that I dug up right over here," she said pointing to a little hole she had dug in the soft, leaf-covered dirt.

     She sat back on her knees, pushing a wall of hair into my face, but I said nothing. I noticed several leaves stuck in her flawless cascade of honey brown hair.

     "You've got leaves in your hair," I said to the back of her head. She swiftly started to untangle dead leaves from her grasping webs of hair. When she stopped, I saw one last leaf buried in the middle of her head.

     "Missed one," I said working the lifeless palm of brown out of her tangled mess. the leaf came loose and in that moment, I realized how her mane of hair caught the golden light perfectly. "Sorry. So, this box?" I asked her.

     She turned to look at me with her cerulean eyes, and her soft-lipped smile. She looked back at the box with confusion, like she didn't remember what she was saying, then, "Um, yeah. Well, there's one problem. see this lock? There's no key."

     I came to notice I hadn't seen her whole face, beautifully framed by bouncy curls, since she challenged me to racing back at the edge of the forest. I sat down next to her: my legs stretched out next to the box, and my shoulder nearly touching hers (a thin layer of curls separated our shirts from contact.)

     "That is a problem," I said. From that distance I could smell her. I knew exactly how she smelled: Like apples, and if you got close enough, you could smell the pure earth on her. If I knew anything about melting wax, I would make a million candles that smelled just like her. they would be called "Lily's Candles". It was a beautiful thought, but once again, another one of my fantasies.

     "So what should we do?" she asked with a quizzical look.

     Oh. Right. The box. The missing key. It was a puzzle, a mystery.

     "Find the key, obviously. This is a big mystery! We have to investigate!" Possibly surprised by my enthusiasm, Lily smiled and then burst out a giggle.

     Her laugh, to say the least, was musically inclined. It wasn't a girlish "chiming of bells", but it wasn't (all the time) an uncomfortable guffaw. It rose and fell, like water traveling over stones. Then she would finish off with a sharp inhalation through her nose. It reminded me of clashing cymbals.

     I stood and brushed the stiff earth off my pants, lending my hand to Lily. She forcefully grasped it to pull herself up, cradling the box in one arm.

     "To the orchard!" I shouted to the still woods, poking the air with my index finger. again, came the laugh. Musical.

     "Race you?" Lily asked.

     "My pleasure" I replied.

     And we sprinted off: Two kids, rugged and barefoot, running head-on into a mystery.

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