Cameron frowned at her best friend, Caisa. “Hm?”
Caisa tossed a lock of her long, golden-colored hair over one shoulder. “I said I’m bored, Cam.”
The two thirteen-year olds were sitting on Caisa’s twin bed in her small alcove room, scrolling through their Instagram feeds, when Caisa rolled over onto her side and dropped her phone by her chest. Cameron followed suit and faced her best friend.
“Well, what should we do?” Cameron asked.
“I dunno.” Caisa looked around her room, rolling back onto her back.
“Want to shoot baskets?” Cameron suggested.
Caisa shrugged and sat up. She reached over to her bookshelf and pulled out a novel on Egyptian traditions and customs.
Cameron peeked over her shoulder. “What’s that about?”
Caisa pointed down at a drawing of a small box with a snake on top. “This is a book on Egyptian stuff. That is a time capsule.”
Cameron gave her friend a confused look.
“Jeez, Cam. A time capsule is a box that you fill with stuff that you don’t use anymore, and then like twenty years later you open it up.” Caisa turned and met Cameron’s eyes excitedly. “We should make one!”
Cameron raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What are we going to put in it?”
The two girls looked around the room. Caisa hopped off the bed, then grabbed a Nike shoebox. She tossed the shoes and paper onto the floor and set it onto the bed, then plopped her Egyptian book inside.
“Ooh, wait! Lemme run home, I might have my old iPod and some toys that I don’t use anymore. I’ll be right back.” Cameron pushed herself off the bed and ran out the door and down the stairs. She lived right next to Caisa.
Caisa grabbed her old pair of Bluetooth headphones, a necklace, and a two dollar bill and placed them inside the box on top of the book. Cameron appeared back in her room, gasping, grasping a white iPod and a stuffed rabbit with a bent ear. She set them into the box. “Anything else?”
Caisa tapped her chin with a finger. “Yeah.”
She went over to her desk and grabbed a piece of lined paper and two pencils. “Let’s write a letter to our future selves.”
Cameron grinned. “Good thinking.”
The two girls bent over the paper and began to write.
12 years later
Caisa exhaled slowly and leaned back in her office chair. She looked around her tiny grey cubicle, then shut off her computer and left the office.
Caisa shifted uncomfortably in her black women’s blazer required for the office. She brushed her long, golden colored hair over her shoulder and pulled her phone out of her pocket, then called her best friend.
“Hey, Cam. Busy?”
“Not really. Just finished folding laundry and I put Lee down for a nap, and Michael’s working in the home office. Why?”
“I’m just leaving work. Want to come over and have a drink?” Caisa stepped out of the sky high office building and started walking toward her apartment, just two blocks away.
“Sure! I could use a break.” Cameron sounded happy, but tired. “See you soon.”
Caisa hung up and scrolled through her social media, then arrived at her house. She unlocked the front door and went inside, picking up her French bulldog, Berri, on the way to the kitchen.
She turned on the TV on the island as there was a knock at the door. “It’s Cam!”
Caisa jogged over and popped open the door. Cameron’s hair, dyed red, was in a high ponytail, and her green eyes sparkled at the sight of Berri. “Hey, Ber-ber!”
She wrapped Caisa in a one-armed hug. “We haven’t hung in a while. I missed you.”
Caisa laughed as they broke apart. “You have a husband and a one-year old baby. You have a good reason not to hang out.”
Cameron shrugged and smiled, then rubbed her palms together. “Okay. About that drink?”
Caisa laughed and led her over to the kitchen, where she pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. Cameron poured some for each of them, and they clinked cups before taking a drink.
“Talked to your mom lately?” Cameron asked.
Caisa’s mother had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, but she had been recovering quickly. Caisa shrugged. “Kind of. She was telling me she saw Michael in the grocery store and was thinking about us as little kids.”
“Ha. Remember when we buried that time capsule? I bet it’s still in your mom’s yard.” Cameron laughed and took another sip of wine.
“Wait- Cam, we should go get it!” Caisa set her glass down hard on the marble counter, and Berri barked at the loud noise.
“You mean- wait, you want to go over to your mom’s house, take a shovel, and dig up a shoebox we buried when we were thirteen?” Cameron stared at her in disbelief.
“That’s exactly what I mean.” Caisa grabbed her car keys. “Let’s go.”
Cameron snorted. “I always loved your rash thinking, Cai. Let’s go dig a hole in your mom’s yard.”
“You better patch it up afterwards!” Caisa’s mom yelled as the two women left the house, Cameron holding a shovel from the garage.
The friends rolled their eyes and laughed. They walked over to a terra cotta birdbath. “We buried it right next to here,” Caisa said, pointing at the ground.
Cameron stabbed the shovel into the ground, and it sank hard as she scooped it out. After a few minutes, a bright orange shoebox gleamed out of the dirt.
“Ooh, grab it!” Cameron panted, throwing the shovel down and kneeling next to Caisa.
Caisa reached in and gently pulled the shoebox out of the dirt and dusted it off. They opened the lid and grinned at all the items.
“My iPod!” Cameron exclaimed. “Jeez, I used to think I was so cool with this thing. I ruled the fourth grade.”
Caisa laughed. “Let’s read the letter.”
To Caisa Brooks and Cameron McCallister
Hiii, it’s your younger selves. You guys are probably super old now. Like twenty. But we’re thirteen and Caisa wanted to make this soooo
Enjoy this stuff. And you two better still be best friends.
Love your younger selves,
CaIsA and CaMeRoN