Go Bury Your Seeds In Another Yard
I'm so unpopular. It makes me sick thinking about how my few friends view me. It doesn't help that I am short and can't reach cookies from the jars in the pantry. I have to climb up on a chair like a monkey to get one. I wish I were cool, like Lee, or even Ray. They're born leaders, probably born to be popular too. Every time they walk down the street the other villagers smile and wave to them. With me, it's just a 'hello', and I don't even get that very often. Most of the time I sit up in a tall tree far away from town, thinking to myself and eating the chestnuts growing on the branches. I think about what my life could be like. I dream of being admired, instead of being ignored, of groups of kids trailing me, of girls giggling at the sight of me. But that is all it is...a dream.
During a typical day in my life, I do chores, chores and more chores around the house. Sometimes a go to Gary's farm down the road, and do chores there too. Most of the time, while I work, I trip on my shoes, because they sag and my feet are too small. I fall and spill things on the ground and get yelled at by my mother, who tries to keep the house impossibly clean. My room is a mess, and I trip on things strewn about the floor. Instead of cleaning the mess like my mom wants me to do, I climb out my window and onto the roof and sit there until dinner rolls around, and I have to trip through my room again to get to the table in time.
I don't even go to school. The teachers all said I was too dumb, maybe even more than Gary, although I'm not sure if anyone can be dumber than him. Apparently everyone thinks so because Gary goes to school, once or twice a month if he isn't working on the farm or eating his fridge. Most of the time I just sit at home, doing nothing except chores.
Usually at that point, when all seems hopeless, I go to my secret spot in which I drown in misery. With a handful of nuts I munch and think, think and munch and repeat the process until someone or something comes along and breaks my train of thought. Sometimes I make up songs that I hum to myself, songs about all the little animals that live in my tree and adventures I could have, if they were my friends.
One of them does hang around me a lot. His is a bushy-tailed, gray squirrel, with large, black eyes and a quivering nose. He squeaks at the nuts in my hand and squeaks happily when I throw him a couple. Then he scampers off into the higher branches giving a few to his friends. I sigh and wish I were like that little squirrel, playing happily with friends, instead of moping endlessly in the height of the chestnut tree.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps down below me. I turn to see my small group of friends coming toward the trunk, looking up at me.
"Kevin!" Lee calls out. "What are you doing up there in that tree?"
"Yeah, didn't you know there is something happening at your house?" Mariah adds, her long pink hair fluttering in the breeze.
"You eating nuts," Gary scratches his head dimly. "How come? You're not a squirrel. Give 'em to me, I'm hungry."
Mariah snaps a word at him then looks up and says, "Are you coming?"
I grumbled a little, thinking that there are more chores waiting for me in the town, and reluctantly jump down from my tree. I can hear my squirrel chattering above, as if asking where I am going. I stand next to Lee, a whole head shorter than him, and mutter, "What's going on?"
"You'll see when we get there," Mariah teases, hopping toward town eagerly.
I walk beside them, wondering what they're setting me up for. Lee's face is passive, Gary plods along like a dim-witted cow, and Ray is nowhere to be found.
We soon come to the middle of town to find nothing at all. No one is around and the streets are very quiet. I walk ahead towards my house, which isn't very big, and stop short at the front door. I turn, eye my friends suspiciously and say, "Would someone please tell me what's going on? Where's Ray? Is he planning something sneaky?"
"Just open the door, Kevin," Lee sighs annoyed.
It figures he would toss my questions aside. Feeling quite irritated I throw open the doors to find the living room stuffed to busting with balloons, streamers, piles of brightly wrapped presents and a huge cake sitting on a table. My parents are standing in the kitchen doorway, many friends from the village are crammed in the hallways and on the floor, and Ray is in the middle of it all, smiling broadly with a small box in his hands.
He comes toward me and says, "Kevin, we know you've been feeling down lately, so we decided to throw a party for you. Here," he hands me the box and grins. "This is from all of us."
Still trying to get over the shock, I tear open the tiny package and gasp in surprise, as I hold up a beautiful, shiny, spanking new, purple beyblade. The note inside reads:
Kevin,
You are the best pal anyone could ask for. Here's a special gift for you so you can fulfill your dreams.
From your best friends,
Ray, Lee, Mariah and Gary.
I wipe the tears of joy from my eyes as I see their smiling faces. I run to them and hug them all, not caring how hard Gary squeezes me. "Thanks you guys, this means a lot too me. I know it took a lot to set this up but I am so happy you did. And I'm sorry I was so down. I'll never do that again."
"That's great, Kevin, you sure are super yourself," Mariah grins at me and I blush.
Then Gary breaks the moment and says, "Enough mush, let eat!"
So all of us kids dug into the three-layered double fudge cake and ice cream and sit down together laughing all the time. We played games and I fought my first beybattle. It was great. Later on, after sunset, when almost everyone had gone home, Gary clasped us hard in a bear hug and I said, "Guys, thanks for everything. "
"It was nothing at all," Ray smiles. "You're our pal and we'll always be there for you."
"Through thick and thin," Mariah purrs.
"Good times and bad," Lee nods.
"Through pudding and lemonade," Gary adds with a hearty laugh, which we all join in on.
After that, they all set off for their homes, waving goodbye and bidding me to play tomorrow. I say 'I will' and scamper up to my room, happy as the sunshine. Tripping over my toys and dirty clothes, I scramble out onto the roof, holding my new beyblade in my hand and sigh happily while staring at the stars. On the roof, on this beautiful night, I let go of all of my problems and sadness. Nothing bothers me now that I know I am cared about and loved. I have real, true friends, who would never betray me, and I am glad of that. So, I think I'll...
...Go bury my seeds in another yard.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- (AN: "Go bury your seeds in another yard" is another way of saying, "Leave your troubles behind.") ^^
I'm so unpopular. It makes me sick thinking about how my few friends view me. It doesn't help that I am short and can't reach cookies from the jars in the pantry. I have to climb up on a chair like a monkey to get one. I wish I were cool, like Lee, or even Ray. They're born leaders, probably born to be popular too. Every time they walk down the street the other villagers smile and wave to them. With me, it's just a 'hello', and I don't even get that very often. Most of the time I sit up in a tall tree far away from town, thinking to myself and eating the chestnuts growing on the branches. I think about what my life could be like. I dream of being admired, instead of being ignored, of groups of kids trailing me, of girls giggling at the sight of me. But that is all it is...a dream.
During a typical day in my life, I do chores, chores and more chores around the house. Sometimes a go to Gary's farm down the road, and do chores there too. Most of the time, while I work, I trip on my shoes, because they sag and my feet are too small. I fall and spill things on the ground and get yelled at by my mother, who tries to keep the house impossibly clean. My room is a mess, and I trip on things strewn about the floor. Instead of cleaning the mess like my mom wants me to do, I climb out my window and onto the roof and sit there until dinner rolls around, and I have to trip through my room again to get to the table in time.
I don't even go to school. The teachers all said I was too dumb, maybe even more than Gary, although I'm not sure if anyone can be dumber than him. Apparently everyone thinks so because Gary goes to school, once or twice a month if he isn't working on the farm or eating his fridge. Most of the time I just sit at home, doing nothing except chores.
Usually at that point, when all seems hopeless, I go to my secret spot in which I drown in misery. With a handful of nuts I munch and think, think and munch and repeat the process until someone or something comes along and breaks my train of thought. Sometimes I make up songs that I hum to myself, songs about all the little animals that live in my tree and adventures I could have, if they were my friends.
One of them does hang around me a lot. His is a bushy-tailed, gray squirrel, with large, black eyes and a quivering nose. He squeaks at the nuts in my hand and squeaks happily when I throw him a couple. Then he scampers off into the higher branches giving a few to his friends. I sigh and wish I were like that little squirrel, playing happily with friends, instead of moping endlessly in the height of the chestnut tree.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps down below me. I turn to see my small group of friends coming toward the trunk, looking up at me.
"Kevin!" Lee calls out. "What are you doing up there in that tree?"
"Yeah, didn't you know there is something happening at your house?" Mariah adds, her long pink hair fluttering in the breeze.
"You eating nuts," Gary scratches his head dimly. "How come? You're not a squirrel. Give 'em to me, I'm hungry."
Mariah snaps a word at him then looks up and says, "Are you coming?"
I grumbled a little, thinking that there are more chores waiting for me in the town, and reluctantly jump down from my tree. I can hear my squirrel chattering above, as if asking where I am going. I stand next to Lee, a whole head shorter than him, and mutter, "What's going on?"
"You'll see when we get there," Mariah teases, hopping toward town eagerly.
I walk beside them, wondering what they're setting me up for. Lee's face is passive, Gary plods along like a dim-witted cow, and Ray is nowhere to be found.
We soon come to the middle of town to find nothing at all. No one is around and the streets are very quiet. I walk ahead towards my house, which isn't very big, and stop short at the front door. I turn, eye my friends suspiciously and say, "Would someone please tell me what's going on? Where's Ray? Is he planning something sneaky?"
"Just open the door, Kevin," Lee sighs annoyed.
It figures he would toss my questions aside. Feeling quite irritated I throw open the doors to find the living room stuffed to busting with balloons, streamers, piles of brightly wrapped presents and a huge cake sitting on a table. My parents are standing in the kitchen doorway, many friends from the village are crammed in the hallways and on the floor, and Ray is in the middle of it all, smiling broadly with a small box in his hands.
He comes toward me and says, "Kevin, we know you've been feeling down lately, so we decided to throw a party for you. Here," he hands me the box and grins. "This is from all of us."
Still trying to get over the shock, I tear open the tiny package and gasp in surprise, as I hold up a beautiful, shiny, spanking new, purple beyblade. The note inside reads:
Kevin,
You are the best pal anyone could ask for. Here's a special gift for you so you can fulfill your dreams.
From your best friends,
Ray, Lee, Mariah and Gary.
I wipe the tears of joy from my eyes as I see their smiling faces. I run to them and hug them all, not caring how hard Gary squeezes me. "Thanks you guys, this means a lot too me. I know it took a lot to set this up but I am so happy you did. And I'm sorry I was so down. I'll never do that again."
"That's great, Kevin, you sure are super yourself," Mariah grins at me and I blush.
Then Gary breaks the moment and says, "Enough mush, let eat!"
So all of us kids dug into the three-layered double fudge cake and ice cream and sit down together laughing all the time. We played games and I fought my first beybattle. It was great. Later on, after sunset, when almost everyone had gone home, Gary clasped us hard in a bear hug and I said, "Guys, thanks for everything. "
"It was nothing at all," Ray smiles. "You're our pal and we'll always be there for you."
"Through thick and thin," Mariah purrs.
"Good times and bad," Lee nods.
"Through pudding and lemonade," Gary adds with a hearty laugh, which we all join in on.
After that, they all set off for their homes, waving goodbye and bidding me to play tomorrow. I say 'I will' and scamper up to my room, happy as the sunshine. Tripping over my toys and dirty clothes, I scramble out onto the roof, holding my new beyblade in my hand and sigh happily while staring at the stars. On the roof, on this beautiful night, I let go of all of my problems and sadness. Nothing bothers me now that I know I am cared about and loved. I have real, true friends, who would never betray me, and I am glad of that. So, I think I'll...
...Go bury my seeds in another yard.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- (AN: "Go bury your seeds in another yard" is another way of saying, "Leave your troubles behind.") ^^
