A Short Story : A Story Of The Gardener '

" mom dad you were right I'm not ready but please get me out LIKE NOW I MEAN IT"

“And then, once the time is right, with one abrupt, swift action I’m going to divorce them as my parents once and for all and never speak to either of those two idiots

“On my count,” he whispers, “1,2,3!” I watch him walk over to one of the two guards to ask for something. He takes his pickaxe and swings at the guard’s face while he screams in the worst Scarface impersonation ever, “Say hello to my little friend!”

but at the same time, her family needed the money desperately. addies thoughts had distracted her cause she was taken by surprise when Julie yelled: "please don't harm me!... I .."

“I can’t believe it! You never let me do anything. I hate you, and I hate being here!”

“ He's no good then, we need someone who can support you,someone rich!” Father shouts.

“My mother made me marry you because of your wealth because my family didn’t want me to marry a poor man!” she began to yell at

Would you ever spend days of your life under a deck pulling weeds pouring mulch and planting flowers I did.

Taking a sip of ice water and wiping a cool cloth over her face, Casey was ready to start plowing. It would be the first time she would have a vegetable garden. It was hard to contain her excitement. Thinking how nice it would be to come out at the end of the day and pick vegetables to add to a meal.

“I maybe there only child together, but dad has a son, my brother, who is wants to take over the business because he likes it…not me. Also how can you act like giving me away to a complete stranger is like a business deal! Neither of my parents wanted that life, and so do I!” tighten my fist I could feel my nails draw blood from my palms as my entire body started to

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

‘You don’t have to go back. Come and live with me. My parents love you.’

“Well guys I got a call from my mom saying I was caught stealing,” she muttered “however, I honestly don 't know how to give her they money back. I thought I would be able to pay her back by the time she found out.” Sheetal and I were so surprised, a word didn’t come out of our mouths.

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.