“Calypso, Calypso, It’s me Peter.” When I opened my eyes, my vision was a bit blurry, but I was able to make out Peter’s familiar figure. My leg was propped up in a large contraption that looked like a hammock for my foot. Peter was holding a bloody tissue and wiping it along my cheek, like a paintbrush gracefully gliding against a piece of paper. “Wait, what happened?” I asked in unison. But then I remembered. Oh, right, I broke my leg. “Are you feeling okay, do you need anything?” Peter asked with worry in his tone. Peter is my best friend in the whole world.

We met in 6th grade, we were both in band, I played the flute and the clarinet. He played the trumpet, and piano. When I play the clarinet I also dance, I choreograph steps, and I work it into the songs I write and play. He was playing a really nice song on the piano, and I was dancing, and playing. My wavy brown hair trailing behind me like a dragon flying free in the sky. The boy’s fingers moved swiftly and carefully along the individual keys. Our music went together so smoothly it didn’t even sound like we were playing separate songs.   When we finished I locked my chocolate brown eyes, with his burnt sienna ones( burnt sienna is a deep brown color).

“My names Peter, w-whats yours?” He asked me shyly. “Calypso, Calypso Evergreen.” I replied. “You play really really good.” I complimented. “I’m nothing compared to you.” He said with a sweet smile. “Are you kidding? You make it look so easy, while the only thing I could do on the piano is this.” I pressed my fingers against the cool piano keys and started playing miscellaneous keys. We both laughed as I continued. But then I snorted. See, when I laugh hysterically, I tend to, snort. There was a long pause, but then “That is adorable.” Peter said with a smile. I must have been blushing because he then quickly said “I-I mean, um that’s, uh-” I cut him off by bumping him playfully on his shoulder. “I get that a lot.” I said with a smile. He still is the only person who can make me laugh like that. And we’re in seventh grade now.

I snapped back into reality and calmly told him “I’m fine Peter, but it’s sweet of you for asking.” He sighed, “Calypso I know you, you always tend to hide your pain so I don’t strain myself. But I am not letting you do that anymore. You’re my best friend, and I refuse to see you in pain Calypso.”  “But I-” “No. Calypso. Just let me care for you, okay? Besides if I want to work in the medical field, I kinda have to do this stuff.” It was so sweet that he was doing this. He is my closest friend. At times likes this, he always swooped in and did what he can.

“Looks like you won’t be able to dance for a while, you will be in crutches and a cast for at least 6 weeks tops.” Peter sounded so much like a doctor, even I was impressed. “Well Mr. I’m-so-smart-I-could-be-a-professional-doctor-even-if-I’m-only-thirteen, what do you suggest?” Peter chuckled as he thought “Well it’s a good thing I am in most of your classes. You could probably still play your clarinet and also I could maybe…” Peter’s voice trailed on and on, as I looked out my window. The hospital was quite close to the woods, I looked out through the window, it was wide open, the fresh breeze refreshing my mind and body.

I turned to see what Peter was doing, and then I realized he was staring at me. He instantly started to blush as he said. “Uh, I better go, um so I am going to visit you tommorow or maybe later in the day so take care of yourself Calypso.” there was a small pause. “Thanks for everything Peter. Honestly your the only thing thats keeping me together right now.” He grinned. I also wanted to give you this…” Out of his pocket he brought out a little box ithat looked a little reed case( a reed is what is used for clarinets, before playing you keep it in your mouth)

“You told me you need a new reed case, b-because you broke your other one, so I got you this one.” The case was absolutley beautiful. It was polished wood, with a little brass latch. What really touched me was my initials carved in caligraphy on the top of the lid. Even if I wasn’t supposed to I got out of bed, though each step brought a shock of pain, I managed to walk towards Peter. I was about to stumble and fall, but he caught me. “Thank you.” I whispered.