A Short Story : A Story Of The Gardener '

At the Día De Los Muertos event there were many people especially Hispanic families. Across the event, there was a museum that had arts of people dressed at Aztecs, Día De Los Muertos skeletons, a big altar, and painted skulls. The museum was not big, but showed some historical moments of the Día De Los Muertos. They also showed the culture being alive. Inside the event there were also quite a lot of volunteers that seemed to be from the high school that was hosting the event. Furthermore, we managed to see ABC7 news at the event which surprised us. We saw them interview some people from the event. The volunteers on the other hand, were either helping people sell food, paint people’s face, or ask people if they want to donate some change. They

" 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

“Your car is broken down, you have no money and I don’t want you around MY daughter.”

“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 .."

“...What do you want, kid?” He asked in a gravelly, deep voice. He obviously hadn’t been expecting a child to show up at his apartment. Who would?

Culpepper, the likelihood of that is, unfortunately, slim at best. These remains have been here a long time. There is a lot of history surrounding this area. It could be anyone. However, Matt is an excellent examiner. If anyone can find out, he’s your man.”

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

My mom wasn’t pleased at all. She made a comeback by defending me, saying that

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

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

“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.

“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