Ben

MR. JENKINS

I looked through my window and all I see is people gardening. What a waste of time! They sit in the dirt all day- for nothing. At least it's better than before when those no good, rotten teenagers were shooting each other up in the streets. I think this garden is a horrible idea because they're making racket and turning up dirt clouds that look like swarming locusts. Then I see a teenager about 16 looking around suspiciously. I have been in this town to long to know he was gonna do something bad like fire off a gun at somebody. I didn't like the people, but I couldn't let someone die. So I swung on my robe and sprinted down to the garden lot. Just as I got there the boy was reaching behind his back, probably for a gun. Once he started to pull the thing out I shouted "STOP!" But the boy only pulled out a rose and presented it to the girl next to him. "Maybe it really has changed", I thought to my self. I started to hang around the garden for the next couple of days keeping silent I didn't won't to draw myself attention to myself. I met a Jewish man named Sam. He tried to make me meet a couple of people but I didn't even say "Hi". Then the strangest thing happened, a young mexican boy started to talk to me. He told me I should plant something instead of just standing around and watching. A day went by and I thought about what the young mexican boy had said to me. I finally decided to plant potatoes like I did in Poland when I was a child. I am the happiest I've been in many years.