The Glass Jar

• Jasmine Beck, Grade 5, Macarthur Anglican School
• Short Story
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Top Secret 2016' competition

I am sitting at the beach alone wishing I could wish my life away by just clicking my fingers. I wish I could just fit inside a jar and float in the blue crystal waters of the sea. So as I walk back home I sit on my bed and start to cry myself to sleep. I wake up the next day. It’s raining. It makes me feel worse until I end up sitting on a stool looking out the window, knees to my chest. I feel my eyes filling up with tears until I am crying looking out the window in fear. I sit and sob with the rain as I wait for it to pass. I think about my mum and dad and what's happening to them but then I start to cry. I hear the rain calling my name “Alesha” I hear it call “Alesha.” The storm has slowly passed and I have walked to the beach and I am sitting at the beach on the same rock as I always do. I start to doze off and dream of beautiful dolphins jumping out of the beautiful blue water. I think of peace and harmony and wish I had that in my life. I wake up to the sound of beautiful waves. I am calm and try to keep my emotions together but I go home sobbing. Collapsing on my bed I go into a deep sleep hoping my parents are alright. I dream of the beautiful dolphins again, I see them jumping in the sunlight. Then I see the dark clouds cover the beautiful sunlight then one of the dolphins loses its mother and father. I wake up to the sound of lightning. It makes me feel scared so I cover myself in a warm blanket my mother knitted for me. I wait for the storm to stop, it slowly does. I use that time to sob and cry and I think about the dream I had. Am I the dolphin who loses her parents? Once it has stopped I walk down to the beach and sit on the same rock I always do, nothing new at all. I see a glass jar floating there still so I grab it carefully and open the little jar. I pull a letter out and surprisingly it's from no one. I decide I will write a letter too. So I pick up the glass jar and walk back home. As I am walking home I feel happy, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I sit down by the window and feel the beautiful breeze and begin to write.