Tenley cederholm
Tenley Cederholm is a wonderful, amazing, fantastic, awesome, great, flawless writer living in Salem MA. She likes friends, cookies, and cheese. She lives with her assistant, Banjo, part time. Her hobbies are making friends, playing Roblox, and biking. She mostly likes to write fiction things because she likes making up new and interesting worlds of her own. She likes writing because she can write about whatever she wants and creating characters that have unique personalities.
CLASSIC THUNDER!
Today is the day that I am moving to my new house. I’ve only seen it once, when we went to take a tour of it and it’s super creepy but I kinda like it. It is very old and in a very broken down neighborhood. I invited my friend, Emily to come over to see it too.
Ding dong! “Coming!” I run to the door and swing it open. “Emily let me give you a tour!” She smiles very big and I lead her over to the kitchen but I trip over a loose board in the floor.
“That is super weird,” Emily says to me with a confused face. Loose boards in the floor are normal but Emily is super dramatic. I roll my eyes at her and go down to put the board back in place but I notice something. There was a piece of paper in the floor.
“Huh.” I took it out and we both leaned over the paper and opened it up. It was a map. “I don’t understand. Why would someone put a map in the floor?” I was thinking out loud. I didn’t expect Emily to answer me.
“IT’S A TREASURE MAP!” But of course, she did.
“Emily, you’re crazy. And you have a good idea! I think so too!” Of course I don’t believe in treasure maps and buried treasure. I was just acting… what is so wrong with a little imagination anyways? “It says here that the treasure should be in New Hampshire. That’s not that far away. But, it has a picture of a jungle next to it. New Hampshire isn’t a jungle.” We look at eachother then shrug. It probably doesn’t matter.
We tell my mom we are going shopping but instead we go to New Hampshire. The bus driver looks at my map then smiles.
After a while we look out the window and we see a jungle. We are not in New Hampshire. We look panicked and there is no one else on the bus anymore.
“Here is your stop!” The bus driver yells. We get off the bus just because we are curious and we are in the jungle and there is a huge bridge that does not look safe.
“This is super weird and I have no idea what is happening,” I say and Emily nods her head.
“Well should we cross?” I look over at Emily but she does not say anything.
I am about to take a step. I have no idea if I could fall or if it is totally safe. Emily looks scared for me but she does not stop me from taking a step.
“I can’t watch,” Emily closes her eyes.
“The treasure is so close,” I say, “We just need to cross the bridge. Even if the treasure is fake, at least we had a pretty crazy day. I mean this is definitely not new hampshire.” Emily laughs still with her eyes closed. This was it. I could see the clearing in the jungle on the other side where it looked like something was hidden. Maybe it was the treasure, maybe not. We were about to find out. I took one step and. . .
Photo by Tenley Cederholm
tenley’s croc
The croc sits in Tenley’s bedroom on the floor. It is usually worn by her left foot, however, it is empty now and very lonely. Its partner is on the other side of the room. It usually is with its partner but now it sits by itself.
Tenley had gotten the crocs from Karly, a friend from school. Now she is proud to call them her own. The rubbery texture of it is so nice to feel on one's foot. The mushroom Jibbit that Tenley got as a prize from a Math Team meeting sits there in one of the holes waiting to become in motion by someone walking in the shoes, yet it stays still.
The bright coral-y color and the white and gray stripes on the sides makes it stand out very well in the middle of the floor, yet it is starting to get covered with dirt. Maybe someone will someday wear it. Maybe … just maybe.