The Found

The clock hand was turning. Where was he? Why hadn't he turned up for school? He never misses school. The clock hand had stopped. Even though everyone was listening, caring about the world around them. I was blank, a small but irrelevant dot in the distance. No one notices me like Ryan. hes my best friend. I don't know anything about science but heck do i know about ryan. We have been friends since preschool. We ate together, told each other everything. Now he was gone. Hes been gone for ten days. I've been counting. So when he comes back everyone can say where were you? What did you do? How long were you gone? And i can say he went so and so and he did so and so and he was gone for so and so..The bell had gone before i had realised that Mr Jones's face was sitting in front of mine, staring into them, like trying to figure the answer to his question he had been asking for the past ten minutes. I came back to earth. My eyes adjusted to the teacher. There was a glass of water in front of me. He must of fetched it when i didn't respond. The problem is, the school don't know hes missing. Only i know. it all started when he ran off. From the town. We were going to school and he ran off. I dont know where. I just know i have heard nothing from him. He promised he would speak soon when he went. I walked out of the room staring ahead. I could hear Mr Jone's calling after me and getting up but i legged it. There he was. Knocking on my door. I wasn't in though, i was watching him. He turned. His eyes were glinting with excitement. He skipped towards me and grabbed my arm, without a word or "hello nice to see you". We went to a baron hole of dust on the earth. Basically it was a piece of land with nothing on it. Except Ryans face was partically strange. He had two spades by a hole in the ground. He threw me one and urged me to dig. We were there for three hours in the end. The stars twinkled like they were imprisoned in the sky. No where to go. Confused. Just like me i could be a star. Watching over the world, so i could understand what ryans excitement was all for. He grinned. "This is it!" He pulled out a box with a small but easily openable lock on it. I blew the dust off lightly. In the hole lay a piece of paper. I picked up the piece and it went all crispy in my hands, like i was its carer now. It read:
For the reader:
This box is to be kept for treasurement. I kept this all my life, and now i am handing it to you. This is not a toy. It is to be treasured as your own. For this is your biggest secret no one should know about. It has a big secret hidden inside it. You are the loyal member of thre box now. Do not open it but keep it on your shelf at home and make sure it is safe, for it is old and needs to be cared for greatlt. Thank you and don't be urged to open the lock.
Ryan looked at me eagerly. "Open it!" he exclaimed . I looked down and realised how old it was, and how it must have been treasured before i held it in my hands. "No... this box has been treasured for many years, and i am not going to break the chain for my use only," I have still got the box now at home on my shelf. I am 72. The box which i found on that sunny day with Ryan will remain a secret for as long as i can keep it that way. Well...i hope so