-Ivor

I knew I was in trouble somehow. When Petra barged into my room with Jesse in tow and also, dripping wet. "Do you mind?" I asked as they trailed drops of water on the floor.

"Why did you tie a ribbon?" Petra demanded and I blinked at her from my bed. "Oh. That." I mumbled. It seemed like a good idea. I saw Jesse inch backwards, as if he didn't want the Petra storm to hit him.

"Mom told you not to touch the tree." Petra was saying and I was surprised she could remember. Mom had passed away when I was eleven. She had been seven...

"I know but she's not here- isn't she?" I asked and Petra glared at me. "Just. Don't touch it anymore." I swore her eyes were a little watery but I didn't want to point that out. It was just a stupid tree...

-End