Aya, 9, Brookline, MA
Areieot looked down at the sand-covered box. It was very rusty, with gems surrounding its sides. It was also quite heavy (for a decorated treasure trove left years ago, maybe by pirates, wouldn’t have had a shortage of riches).
Looking at the deep hole she had dug, Areieot took the big key that said “TESS” out of her pocket.
“This is it. This is it,” she whispered under her breath. Or was it? Was she really up for discovering the truth?
Clink. Squeeeek! Bang. The chest was open!
It was still as sandy on the inside, we have to admit. Inside lay golden chains tangled beyond redemption, sparkling coins as big as your palm, and dark red rubies as big as your fist.
The girl cleared them out of the case. She could use some money, a thing Areieot hadn’t had in months.
Next there came some maps. Old, big and small, tattered, burned, folded maps. One had been a scroll, but even when removed from the case it stayed in a cylinder shape. One was burnt to a crisp, you could only make out the word “MAGAHA.” Areieot winced; she almost missed home.
And many other maps still were folded so small they looked to be scraps.
“Well it was probably hard to fit all the treasure in there,” she thought.
More gems, coins, gold, silver, and paper followed. The young pirate ferociously threw them all in a pile on the beach.
Then finally, a bulging envelope with the words “TO AREIEOT” on it appeared at the bottom of the trove.
It’s here, Areieot thought. Her heart was beating at fifty miles per hour. It’s here!!!
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