The Prince (Lashton au)

Ashton

I awaken to sunlight seeping in through the window. I lean up and smile, remembering that I get to go to the farmers market today. The air smells fresh. I step out of my bed and walk over to the small dresser wedged between the wall and my bed.

I pull open one of the two drawers and grab my nicest shirts, a black T-shirt with multiple holes in it, and a pair of blue jeans, the best ones we could afford from the flea market.

I pull the clothes on and grab the only pair of shoes I own, a pair of converse my dad found in the kings dumpster, from under my bed. I walk out of the small bedroom and into the kitchen. My mom I sitting at the table eating an apple. She tosses one to me. I catch it wipe it on my shirt and take a bite out of it. Not the best taste but it'll do.

"The crops are in the truck already. Have fun Ashton." My mom says pulling me into an embrace. I run out of the house throwing my apple core into the pig pen and hop into the front seat of the truck. I turn the key in the ignition. The truck starts then dies. I try again. I have the same results. My mom walks over to me.

"What's going on Ashton?" she asks me.

"The truck won't start." I say.

"I guess you can't go then. I'm really sorry. But we have no more choices of transportation." she replies.

I frown.

"Ill walk then." I protest. I grab the bag of crops and start walking down the driveway.

"Ashton no that's dangerous." my mom yells to me.

"Mom we need the money." I say breaking into a sprint.

Her yells become faint as I run farther into the town. The crops slap against my back. I try and keep a steady pace so I won't wear myself down quickly. The village finally comes into view and I slow to a walk. My heart is racing and my breaths are quick. The crops seem as if they way 12 tons. I lug them behind me and they rub against the ground.

**

I finally make it to the village. I walk to the farmers market and hand the owner the sack. He inspects the potatoes, apples, corn, and carrots. He hands me 20£ and I take it gratefully. I walk out of the farmers market and into the center of the village to get ready to watch the play.

**

People surround me, bumping into me and not apologizing. I move to a clear corner, at least for now, and sit waiting for the play to start. It'll probably be another hour or so. But I want a good spot and I'm sure everyone else does to. I wrap my hands around my knees and drift into a daydream.