The Note Under the Floorboard
On the last night in the old house, Priya looked at her empty closet. One board in the floor was loose. She had always used it as a secret spot for small treasures.
Now the spot was bare, and Priya felt a lump in her throat. Another kid would sleep in this room soon. That kid would never know she had lived here.
So Priya tore a page from her notebook. She wrote, "Hello, new kid. The third stair squeaks. The window sticks, but a good push fixes it. The best sunset is from the back step. I was happy here. I hope you will be too." At the bottom she drew a small star and added her new address.
She folded the note and tucked it under the board. Then she pressed the board down until it clicked.
Three weeks later, a letter came to her new house. The envelope had a drawing of a squeaky stair on it. Inside, a boy named Owen had written, "I found your note. I watched the sunset from the back step. You were right."
Priya hung his letter above her new desk.