Nathaniel

Nathaniel 11/17/10 215 I took in the sights, the sounds, and the smells of the city. Everything was new. No more mountaintop views. No more pine cent. This wasn’t Vermont, all right. The smell of smoke. Tall, tall skyscrapers. And the garden. That was the best part. My mother said I could plant a plot of corn, like on the farm. Oh, and now the corn is taller than me! Today I have been pulling some off the stalk when I slipped. But I didn't hit the dirt. I fell on a sort of fabric. It was a sleeping bag. Someone had been sleeping on my plot. I proudly hauled the bag over to sams garden. He dosen't miss anything that happens on this garden, fridendly, too. He was sitting weeding his pumpkin patch when caught up with him. When he saw the sleeping bag he said, "Ah, Adam, it seems you have discovered Royce!" " Who's Royce?" I asked, "The sleeping bag?" "No, no," He laughed. "Royce has taken up residence in your garden, you see." Before I had viewed movies on our small TV of hobos riding on top of trains, so I wasn't surprised that one was living in my garden. I brought the bag back and dissmised Royce from my mind. That night, at dinner, my mom asked me how my corn was growing. "It's shooting up!" I replied__.__ "Let's go over there after dinner!" She exclaimed, bursting with delight. So that night we stood in the garden, with a few other late workers. Then suddenly my mom screamed. I ran through the corn stalks, wondering what had happened. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. **ROYCE**! When I reached the scene, I saw my mother looking petrifyed at a teenage black boy who must have been Royce, and who could have been just as suprised, but a little sleepy. Then another figure emerged. Sam, looking like he had expected this to happen and was blaming himself.. He slowly walked my mom out of the garden, most likely to comfort her. Royce looked at me and asked "What was that?" "My mom has never seen anyone like you. Sorry, my name is Adam." Sam and my mom emerged, my mother looking relieved but a little pale. "You must be Royce?" she asked. "Yep" <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"You can have some of our corn any time!" <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The next night we had a cookout with Royce. Somehow I knew that that was just the beggining. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #5e5e5e; font-family: Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">media type="custom" key="7577857" width="140" height="140"
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