The Yellow Wallet

I love cereal. My favorite is the one with the happy pirate on the front. You know you don't see a lot of happy pirates now. In fact you probably didn't see any a couple hundred years ago either. My teacher says that Hollywood takes everything and makes it worst than it seems, and I'm sure that's true. To me it seems like a vampire would ask you if they could suck your blood. Think about if they only wanted your blood would they really try so hard to get close to you. No! They'd come up from behind you with a lead pipe and knock you out cold. A simple solution to a complex problem. That's my favorite thing in the whole world. Why should I waste my time doing something the hard way when there are hundreds of easy and effective ways to do something. After all the worlds not a challenge the people in it are the challenge. Have you ever thought about that either? When you hesitate to do something it's not because of something it's because of someone. I find it best to maneuver around that someone to get to the most rewarding outcome.
"Johnny time for school."
"Yes ma'am." That's my other thing. I'm really old fashion. I spend most of my time doing it the way that it was done in the time that it was done best. Like bicycling for example. I do the arm thing. To show which way I'm turning even if I'm on the sidewalk. My friends think it's really weird because no matter what I do I have to follow all the rules. That's another thing most people don't think about. If someone took the time to write something down they must have had a reason right. The purpose of rules is to keep you happy and safe. The purpose of manners is to keep everyone else happy and safe. As well as my teeth. I'm sure my mom wouldn't be able to control herself if I ever burped and didn't say excuse me. I grab my backpack off the hook by the door. I throw on my coat since the winter air usually gets through my thin school uniform. My mom says she doesn't know why I wear a uniform but I have all the reason I need. A uniform shows stability and order which are two things every school should have. As I begin to open the front door I remember that I forgot my lunch. I run back into the kitchen where my mom's baking a cake. She slams down on it trying to hide it from me. "Coto you doing?" I love saying coto instead of what or huh.
"Nothing sweetie I was just trying to make sure that this trout doesn't thaw to quickly." I pray that the trout thing has absolutely nothing to do with my cake. Leave it to my mother to find trout flavored cake mix. Tomorrow being my birthday and all she must feel really rushed. I grab the small metal lunch box off the kitchen counter and head back to the front door. After opening the door I feel a strong winter breeze rush into the house. Without closing the door I grab my hat off the coat rack by the door. Hurrying out the door I shut the door hard behind me. "I thought I was still doing the presents." I hear my mom say. She begins yelling in French. My mom's really big foreign things. She speaks eight different languages including Japanese. My dad works out of town so I hardly ever see him, but he'll be here tomorrow.
Something at the end of the driveway catches my eye. It's small and yellow. I can't really tell what it is but I rush over to it in case it's a animal. I begin pulling out my first aid kit at the thought of it. The object doesn't look buried so I put my backpack on my back. Bending over I realize that it's a wallet. The school bus drives past and I have to slip the wallet into my coat pocket. I see an old man walking and begin to try to get his attention. "I'm terribly sorry to stop you sir but did you lose a wallet."
"A what?"
"A wallet sir. Did you happen to drop your wallet over there by that street light." I point to the spot where I found the wallet.
"Son I haven't used a wallet in thirty-four years. I hardly even knew they made them still."
"Oh well I'm sorry for the interruption sir. Thank you for listening to me."
"No problem at all. I hope you find the owner of the wallet." The man begins to walk again. The bus stops at the stop sign at the corner and I realize I have to kick it into high gear. I lower myself and put one hand on the ground. I think of the bus as my objective and that I have five seconds to go fifty yards to get there (It's really only fifteen yards but the added yards should make me go a little faster.). I take a half a second in that stance and then begin running at full speed to the bus. I make it there a lot faster than I would have thought in the stopping I kicked up a lot of snow at someone.
"Quite a sprint you've got," the bus driver says as I climb up the stairs. "You probably could have made it to the school before I could."
"Unlikely sir, but not impossible after all you have four more stops and the school's just a straight shot if you cut through the park." I walk past the bus driver and take my seat five rows from the front. A girl across the aisle from me looks at me like I have something in my teeth. I pass her my floss. "I don't have anything in my teeth, but you do. It looks like a strip of beacon, but that's not likely maybe it's a half a strip. Coto is that? Did you eat the whole cow? I think I'm gonna puke." She turns away and gets a long strip of the floss. "You shouldn't need more than... Ew. Six feet." I look away at my friend and do our handshake. "Another girl terrified to look in the mirror by the efforts of the terrible duo."
"I concur brother man." My friend Jason and I are complete opposites. He's new school to an extreme. His parents are loaded so he gets all the clothes and music before anyone else does. By the time that you hear it he's played it out.
"I almost forgot." I say as I reach into my coat. I pull out the small yellow wallet. "Did you lose this?"
"Does it look like I lost that? That wallets about a foot too thin to be mine." Jason's the type of person who lets you know that he's rich.
"Did anyone lose," Jason pulls me down and puts his hand over my mouth.
"Are you stupid or something. Do you know what happens to people who yell out something like that?"
"No."
"They're mauled. They get beat. They're almost killed over a small bit of leather." Jason tells me all the reasons that I shouldn't yell out that I found a wallet and want to return it. Everything he says pretty much goes in one ear and out the other. The bus stops hard right in front of the school. Me being one of the smart alert students put my hand out in front of me making the stop less painful. After getting off the bus I begin to ask people one by one if they lost a wallet. Almost everyone says that they lost their wallet but they had money in it. After I tell them that the one I found feels empty they walk away. After each defeat I simply suck it in and tell another person from our area that I found a wallet. Every person has the exact same reaction. The teachers that I know live around us have a slightly different reaction. They say straight out that they didn't lose a wallet, and that if they did it wouldn't be yellow.
"Why is it so hard to find the owner of a wallet?" I yell in the middle of the hall.
"A wallet?" People say as they stop and turn their heads in my direction. "I lost my wallet." You lie. "I think I dropped mine somewhere near your house." No you didn't. "I dropped my wallet this morning." Who are you?
"Get off! What color is the wallet?" Everyone falls silent. "Animals." I begin walking outside. On a swing set outside of the school that I'd never noticed before is a girl. She has long brown hair tied back with a pink ribbon. Her pink dress goes just past her knees where shortly after her white socks begin. She has on pink heels with a quarter inch heel. I sit down on a swing next her. She instantly asks me, "What's wrong."
I look at her for a second before saying, "I found a wallet an I can't find the owner."
"May I see it?"
"Yes." I reach into my coat and pull it out. "Here you go." She looks at it for a second and gives it back. "I'm sorry this isn't my wallet." She smiles, "If it were mine it would be pink. Don't you think it's strange that there's no ID in the wallet?"
"I hadn't opened it yet."
"Really? Well that must have been hard for you."
"Not really the wallet isn't mine so I don't have any reason to want it."
"That's really quite noble of you. Since there isn't any ID in the wallet do you suppose the person who lost it might not know that they lost it."
"What do you mean."
"Maybe you should go back to where you found that wallet and ask if anyone there knows about a yellow wallet."
"That's a great idea."
'I know that if I ever lost my wallet I'd be really sad. Whoever lost that wallet is probably sad too." She giggles, "Or maybe their panicking because they didn't intend it for them."
"Your right I'll go back to my house and see if my parents know anything about the wallet. Thanks a million."
"No only one hundred," she says as I begin running away from the swing set. I get into class late and the teacher asks me if I have a good reason. When I tell her that I was talking to a girl on a swing set outside she looks confused. I've got her for my last period of the day so it feels like the class is a day. When the class does finally end I don't rush out to the buses. Why should I? However while walking to the buses I look over by where I was talking to the girl and don't see anything. The bus ride home is long and quiet. When I open the front door my mom is running around the house looking for something. "Mom."
She stops suddenly, "Yes sweetie."
"I found this," I say as I pull the wallet out of my coat. I hand her the wallet and she looks at it. She starts to laugh.
"Oh well. Happy early birthday. What's this?" She saw something after opening the wallet. She looks really shocked. She pulls out a brand new hundred dollar bill. "Did you put this in here?"
"No I've never even been this close to Mr. Franklin before."
"Well it was in your wallet so I guess it's yours." I examine the bill and for some reason I turn it over. Written on the back in pink ink is a message:

Good deeds receive good rewards. Enjoy your hundred.

Short Stories

Hi everybody! I'll post short stories regularly to give everyone something to do. Don't feel bad though writing the stories gives me something to do. These collections of short stories will be just for all of you. Any other stories I write you'll have to search around for cause their probably a secret. Don't worry I check all my writing for spelling and grammar errors. I also double check to make sure that nothing is wrong. On top of that I don't use those abbreviations other than lol and it's buddies. I hope to post a really good short story today or tomorrow so let me get started on that. I think the first one should be the Yellow Wallet. A story about a boy who wants to return a wallet to it's rightful owner but for some reason no one will say that it's theirs all they want to know is 'Is there money in it?'.