She plopped down on the rock.
“It’s pointless. What if there is no hidden treasure?” She said.
He was dragging her again to the top of the hill to search for that elusive treasure, he said he believed in.
They had been searching for it since they were 7.
He would drag her here, everyday of their summer holidays and make her search for hours before they could finally go and have ice-cream.
It was like a tradition. They had stopped one year when they weren’t talking to each other. He scored the highest marks, she almost failed that year. Her mother decided whose doing it was. She didn’t see him one whole summer.
But after that year, he ensured she never did badly. He’d teach her. Everyday. He almost killed her once when she wouldn’t get why equations were important. But she survived. And so did their friendship.
“There is lazy butt. Move it. We can’t spend so much time getting up there. We have to search. I will seriously not get you along next time.”
“Thank god for small mercies. Can I go back now?” She glared.
“No. Think of this as payback for all the times I choose you for my football team so that you aren’t the only one left.”
She got up, dusted her butt and walked on like a zombie.
“You know it is pointless, right? It has been 6 years. We have never found anything. Who gave you all this bullshit about treasure, anyway?”
“Shut up, will you? You are just lazy. Thank me I do this to you. Otherwise every summer you would have grown very very fat.”
“Thank you.” She scowled and kicked him on the back of his knee.
He fell and winced in pain. Oh god, she thought.
When she gave him her hand, he pulled her down hard. They laughed.
“My father told me there is something up there. That he went there every day and searched till he didn’t have summer holidays to do that anymore.”
“Yes, so you should do it. Keep your family tradition of ‘being pointless’ up. I do not mind.”
He punched her.
“So there is no treasure then.” He sighed.
“No, there isn’t. I am sure he is trying to tell you ‘Son, do not waste your life like I did.’”
He punched her, again. Harder.
And as they sat there beating each other up, he suddenly realized the treasure his father was talking about.
“It’s pointless. What if there is no hidden treasure?” She said.
He was dragging her again to the top of the hill to search for that elusive treasure, he said he believed in.
They had been searching for it since they were 7.
He would drag her here, everyday of their summer holidays and make her search for hours before they could finally go and have ice-cream.
It was like a tradition. They had stopped one year when they weren’t talking to each other. He scored the highest marks, she almost failed that year. Her mother decided whose doing it was. She didn’t see him one whole summer.
But after that year, he ensured she never did badly. He’d teach her. Everyday. He almost killed her once when she wouldn’t get why equations were important. But she survived. And so did their friendship.
“There is lazy butt. Move it. We can’t spend so much time getting up there. We have to search. I will seriously not get you along next time.”
“Thank god for small mercies. Can I go back now?” She glared.
“No. Think of this as payback for all the times I choose you for my football team so that you aren’t the only one left.”
She got up, dusted her butt and walked on like a zombie.
“You know it is pointless, right? It has been 6 years. We have never found anything. Who gave you all this bullshit about treasure, anyway?”
“Shut up, will you? You are just lazy. Thank me I do this to you. Otherwise every summer you would have grown very very fat.”
“Thank you.” She scowled and kicked him on the back of his knee.
He fell and winced in pain. Oh god, she thought.
When she gave him her hand, he pulled her down hard. They laughed.
“My father told me there is something up there. That he went there every day and searched till he didn’t have summer holidays to do that anymore.”
“Yes, so you should do it. Keep your family tradition of ‘being pointless’ up. I do not mind.”
He punched her.
“So there is no treasure then.” He sighed.
“No, there isn’t. I am sure he is trying to tell you ‘Son, do not waste your life like I did.’”
He punched her, again. Harder.
And as they sat there beating each other up, he suddenly realized the treasure his father was talking about.
haha oh my god! Honestly, these tiny stories are moving! You're awesome!
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