"Momma, look what I brought home!" I was holding a small seed that I just had picked out of the core of my apple. My name is Lila, by the way, and I am 5. "Momma, Momma! My teacher said you can plant these!" I waved the seed excitedly around as I ran about our small kitchen.
"Why, what kind of seed is it?" My Momma said, taking the seed from me and picking me up. "Ooh, it looks like an apple seed! Why, do you want to grow it!?"
"Of course, Momma!" I wriggled happily in her arms, excited to grow my own apples. "Apples are my favourite!" My Momma set me down and told me to calm down, and that we couldn't plant it right away. She told me how the seed had to dry out a bit, and that she would tell me when it's ready for planting.
Days went by, and still my Momma never told me it was ready to plant, so I took matters into my own hands. I went and I took the seed from the counter. It felt perfectly dry to me, but I wanted to get Ol Joe's opinion on it. Ol Joe has a huge garden, and he grows the best apples. Of course he would know all about my seed! "Momma! I'm just going down to the park for a bit! Can I Momma, can I!?" You see, Momma doesn't like Ol Joe, she doesn't trust him. He is so nice though...
"Sure darling, but be careful and be back within an hour!"
"Yes Momma!"
I hopped up and ran right out the door. I had to be quick, Ol Joe lives at the very end of the lane, and if I'm going to get a good opinion on it, I will need to stay there awhile! "Bye Momma!" I called back, and ran right off down the lane.
Our neighborhood is so quiet. Not a carriage in sight during the summers, because everyone is busy at their house tending their farms and their animals. It's breeding season, and what I like to call Apple Season!
I was running so fast, I was on top of the world! It was amazing! Wait- I think I'm almost there! Ol Joe is sitting on his front deck, I'll be able to plant my seed soon! "Hey, hey Ol Joe! Joe, I got something real nifty for yo-"
I didn't hear it coming, I didn't know what happened. It's dark.
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"She told me she was going to the park, Lila. Lila, wake up... Lila.." My daughter, she's dead. 5 years old, dead. Why was she so far from home? What was she doing? All I know is she had her seed in her hands... her dead little hands... It'll be alright. It'll be alright, Lila will be alright. Stop crying woman, smarten up!
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"And so, we place this seed in the grave of Lila White, and may her apples grow with her soul."
End.
( I am so, so sorry. I'm having horrible writers block and I wrote this in very short notice. I know it is not a well developed story, and I am sorry, but it's what I got)
