The sun shone for a week in the secret garden. That
was what Maria called it. Maybe because it had been
kept a secret for her, or maybe because it was her
secret place.
Some of the little flowers started to bloom. Maria
smiled as the wildflowers bloomed, just for her.
One day, she was out skipping with her jump rope. She
had become quite good with it, and she could jump as
high as 300 jumps without a stop.
She was jumping when she heard a low whistle.
She looked down to see a young boy, around her age,
with spiky dark hair.
"Are you Maria? Iz didn't say you were such a
cheesehead!"
"I'm not a cheesehead!" She said, her curls flying.
"And what are you?"
"I'm Michael." He said, shoving a bag towards her.
"Here are the tools and seeds you wanted."
"Thanks, I think."
"So where are you going to use them?"
"None of your business!"
"I got them for you!"
"So?"
"Ok, but it's a secret. No one else knows about my
garden."
"It's a secret?"
"Yes!"
"Ok! Don't bite my ear off."
She took him to the secret garden.
"It's like a story book, isn't it?" He remarked.
"Too bad that most of it is dead."
"The roses aren't." Michael said, and took out a
knife, exposing the live part of the flower. "They'll
bloom when it's their time."
The two struck up a funny friendship- which mostly
seemed to consist of throwing insults at each other.
But it worked out rather well. Michael came for the
next few days, and helped her with planting the seeds.
Often they ended up getting up in seed fights. But
soon, the planting was done, for the seeds were gone.
Maria gained a friend. A spikeheaded boy who could
talk to the animals, and had a strong opinion on
absolutely everything.