From the book
11 years ago
“Come on, Cal!” Mason shouts with a bright smile on his face, as he stops at a small river. He looks behind him to see a young short dark-brown-haired boy, about 17 feet away from him, running towards him. “I’m coming!” The small boy yells back.
When he reaches Mason, he puts his hands on his thighs and tries to get his breath back to normal. Then he looks up at the slightly taller, light-brown-haired boy, into his beautiful green eyes, that shine from excitement. “Where are we even going?”
Caleb askes out of breath. Mason’s smile brightens. “Somewhere special.” Mason grabs Caleb’s hand and together they run over the small wooden bridge. After school, the two little boys always play together in the woods that lay behind their houses. They would play in the water of the river or climb into trees, “live like real men.” Mason always says. They stop running. “Look Cal!” Mason says while pointing at a huge fallen tree: “A tree fell last night while it was storming!” Mason looks back at Caleb with a big smile still on his face. Caleb tilts his head in confusion. Mason pokes Caleb in his side, and Caleb chuckles. “Come on you silly! Now we can carve our names into it! It’s dead right?” Mason says and runs over to the tree. Caleb finally understands Mason’s excitement, Mason has always wanted to carve his name into a tree, but Caleb would never let him because Caleb wouldn’t let Mason hurt the trees.