entre nous
between ourselves; confidentially.
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The group of four teens looked into the hole they had painstakingly dug. It was not particularly deep or wide, but it seemed to be larger than the Grand Canyon.
“Okay, we all know what to do now, right?” One of them, a boy named Kyle, asked. He was the oldest, if only by a few months. That meant he had to at least appear calm.
“Bury the bag and never talk about it again.” Another member of the group, a small boy named Henry, replied.
Kyle nodded. He turned to the bag in question. It was the size of a large potato sack, but was made of much finer material. It was half filled with something that made it lumpy and irregular. He went over to it and grabbed a section of cloth. The contents were too heavy for him to move on his own, so he had to wait until one of the others helped.
“I still don’t get why we’re burying them.” Said a hefty boy named Jonas, chimed in. He still moved to grab another part of the bag. “I mean, these have to be worth a lot, right? We can all be rich.”
“That’s the problem.” Kyle said as the two teenagers started to drag the bag towards the hole. The contents rattled and jangled as it moved. “This kind of thing doesn’t just appear. Someone’s probably looking for it. And I’m not sure it’s someone friendly. If we go around spending them, whoever left the bag will probably not be too happy. And someone who drops something like this probably has the means to hurt guys like us. Or even kill us outright.”
“So? Just give it all to the cops and be done with it.” Jonas said through gritted teeth. “And someone can help out here.” He glared at Henry and the last member of the group, Nick. Those two were the smallest, and it took some coaxing to get them to help.
“No way we go to the cops.” Nick said. “My uncle’s a cop, so I know. If we go to them, they’ll just ask way too many questions, and we’ll probably get in all kinds of trouble. And we’ll probably still get our brains blown out by whoever dropped it.”
Jonas grunted something that could generously be called acceptance. It could easily have bee the effort though. Even with all four of them, moving the bag was not easy. But they got it done. The bag hit the bottom of the hole with a loud crash. Some of the contents spilled out. The glint of gold coins caught the waning afternoon light. The four of them stood there, catching their breath.
“Great. Let’s get this filled in.” Kyle said after a minute. “And remember.”
“Never tell anyone.” All of them said at once.
They nodded and began to slowly fill in the hole that they had dug, now filled with the treasure that loomed over their lives, for better or for worse.
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So, teen adventure story anyone? Probably some life lessons about growing up or friendship or something like that. You know, the whole "the real treasure was the friends we made" kind of stuff. Meh, probably not.
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