Write a short story. [This has been revise and posted again.]
“There are butterflies in the vegetables garden.” Kelvin said.
I took my head out of the fried where I had been looking around for an after/running/accident snack. “What?”
“There are butterflies in the vegetables garden.”
I didn’t reply. I walked awkwardly and painful, I did not response to Kevin Hooked, my strange cousin, and returned to the fridge. “I suppose I’ll have cheese and ham as usual. I was looking for something thrilling and unique, but,”
Kelvin interrupted me, “Emily, do you hear me?” I was summer-holidaying with my family and stayed at Kelvin’s parents’ apartment. The apartment was big. There are 5 enormous rooms, and a vegetables garden next to the parking lot behind the apartment. It was almost dark, but the sky is still light blue in the south of New York City.
“Yes, I heard you,” I monologue to myself. “I was just thinking about what I will eat. Now I’ve changed my mind. I will eat butter and jam. It’s much easier.” I took out my sandwiches’ tools, and Kelvin waited patiently.
“You aren’t listening to me, Emily” He scowled at me.
“Let’s have a walk to the vegetables garden, and we will talk about it. Is that alright to you?”
As we marched awkwardly to the garden, I turned out simply fine, like every ordinary person strolling, but Kelvin was acting like he could read my mind. His gesture and expression on his childish face has sold him out to me. His hands was moving left and right, touching his cheek, like a police investigating a crime. Then he turned to me and queried me: “It’s really hurt, doesn’t it?”
“Well, It doesn’t hurt that much.” As you imagine, you can really see me lying.
***
This morning, after Kelvin went to school, my older cousin, Wilson, who always sneered at me when I got stuck on a word, or who always acted envious when I held his mom’s hand, and I, tried to have a peaceful walk to the park near our house. We split up right after 2nd street, downtown, and meet at the park again. Right before we split up, he said as a old swain, “Hey, meet you at the park.”
At the park, there were all types of different playground with a famous sponsor tag. The slides were all various colors: red, yellow, blue, orange, violet, and green. I was just like we were in the paradise, but much better. There were different people from every age to nationality. I heard: Bonjour, Te amo, Sup dude, and 你好. There were young and adult. This was just like a world that had been minimized. Suddenly, Wilson decided to play a game to decide who is better. We had chosen hide-and-seek.
First, he was it. I needed to hide, and we played again and again for the whole afternoon. He caught me, and then I caught him. Mercy was forbidden. Luckily, we were in the park, if not, we could have never decided. On the last round, I wanted the victory, so tried my best running. That’s when I was running so fast, and tripped over a wooden bench, broken from the rain, and the broken piece scratched my legs about six inches. It was terrifying, my tears started to flow like a river. Blood started to fly out like the heavy rain had broke the bench.
I may have fainted, when Wilson ran, faster than a cheetah. Three second later, I heard he shouted, “Sis, are you okay? Don’t make me say those horrible ‘sweeten words.’” I have seeing my blood heavy rain had broken his heart.
***
We arrived at the vegetables garden. Wilson was there at the garden, I said, “Thank you, bro.”
I blushed.
He gently continued, “You won, and will you forgive me since the first phase I gave you?”
From my mom’s perspective, Wilson had put me on his back, and carried me home the whole way. He was a brave gentleman, because he never liked girls before, and had never had spoken the word forgiveness to any lady, even his mom. He had changed his attitude toward me, not just me, but everyone. He had also changed my perspective about family. How I should have treated my family much better? We would make a whole new world just to learn how to forgiving people. I had learned so much more from this summer-holidaying, friends are important, but family is more important to anyway. I would like to stop there and let you think about this situation, a homeless child and you. Think about what would happen if one of your parents has pass over.
I would not forget this little moment, I was hoping it will carry on, but this is life. It’s stop.
From this revising, I had changed all the grammar and the punctuation I had mistaken. I had also added line break for flash back sections. This time, I had written a little more detail after the short story. This was the first writing, so I was a little off. Hope you get this. I had added some descriptive words in the conflicts for the readers to understand better.
My conclusion was also edited, I added how I learnt my experience, and started of from ‘How I should have…’
