Trenti walked to Mr. Baker's house he had infiltrated so many times working for him, and now he is scared to enter again. When he got there, the smell of the aroma was still there. It felt odd to Trenti that he never knew the man and It feels like Mr. Baker has not left the place. Rob should be feeling that way instead of him. He shudders as he steps in the living room area. His throat tightens, so he quickly and tosses everything in the trash bags. When he gets to the closet door he sees piles of newspapers in the corner. At the bottom of the closet is black old Sears's shoe boxes were. He finds tons of Christmas and birthday cards in a box. He finds so many cards written by Rob. Trenti picks one card up and read it.
"To my buddy pal, Mr. Baker, my forever friend, Trenti." It was basically talking about how great of a friend Mr. Baker was for letting him come over to escape his abusive father. Trenti grabs the load of cards in the box and stuffed it inside the trash bag. He began to stop and think for a moment.
"These cards, it seems like Mr. Baker meant something to him. Than why is Rob not emotional that he has lost his best friend who rescued him since he was 6. This just seems a bit strange that he is not talking about him much, and why would someone bury their best friend instead of having a more proper burial at a funeral home or in a cemetery? And why would Rob want these gift cards he wrote thrown away? Geez if I lost my best friend, I would definitely want some type of memorial service or something to cherish him, but this doesn't seem right, this feeling of burying poor old Mr. Baker in a school, but I don't know, I need Ganesha right now."
Trenti looks up towards the ceiling. "Lord Ganesha, I don't know what's going on here, but please, do something, I know you are mad at me and disappointed of me for doing this act but only you know Lord Ganesha, you the one who knows what really happened to Mr. Baker, I need your help in this my Lord. I'm so alone right now, I can't be honest anymore to myself or to no one, I feel like my time is almost up on this earth as a 14 year old, I don't know what to do, but I need you, I need your help really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really bad, because human help is worthless right now, I need your guidance and mighty power on this situation I can't seem to get myself out in," he prayed.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
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