A Pumpkin’s Version of Halloween
by Sophia Taguirov
A pumpkin that changed the Torres’ November…..
Now imagine me, I became a teeny little green, blob, you can say in the month of spring, as those people say. I was the first sprouting in the patch, as far as my eyes could see. I was watered every day and if I didn’t I would become stiff in the inside. It was quite peaceful actually in those days, I slept most of the day and woke up for my daily “shower”, I would talk to the others and share dreams on what is happening further beyond our kind. The cold nights went by therefore came the hot days and the warm nights, I grew fatter orangish, and bigger. Each of the others grew longer, thinner, and way taller. Not knowing that I belonged in the wrong patch, in the wrong place, with the wrong kind I started to feel weak, small and just lonely. Little did I know that I was planted smack dab in the middle of a corn field. I would spent weeks trying to get a glimpse of what was happening out there, was I really just the only one in the whole lot that was different? Or beyond the tall ones were there others like me? I would ask the the taller ones, but they would just say that they couldn’t see any farther than the next row in front of them. It was hopeless.
I woke up to the sounds of a huge, thing-a-ma-doodle. I couldn’t tell what it was but it sounded like somebody that is slowly dying, BR-R-R-R-R! It was slowly cutting down the others! I could see, I could see further! Well, only a few more inches, but, but. No! There were still those tall ones, the tan leafy like plants. They were in my way. I slowly understood. This was not the place for a pumpkin to be.
The days became much cooler. I would think every day, why was I planted here? Who planted me? While I was lost in my daydreams, my eyes could make up some familiar shape! Children… Wait! Children! How come they’re here? I haven’t seen a person in so long! They might help me! I started to yell, “I’m here! I’m here!” But, either they wouldn’t listen or they just couldn’t understand me, they walked away with smiles on their faces. The same thing happened other times in the day, walking off, laughing like it was the best day of their life. I could understand that they didn’t have the best view, but if they just moved the leafy ones aside they would see me, I would see them! And it happened! They were two kids, much different than the others, they were jumping around, bumping into their surroundings, and tearing apart the leafy ones. “ How come there’s a pumpkin in the middle of a corn maze” said the one with the the green shirt on. A corn maze? That’s what they were, they were corns. And I was a pumpkin. It explains why I was much different from them. “ Hey, let’s play soccer with it ‘till mom comes,” said the other one. Soccer apparently is a game that involves kicking a round object, in this case me. The game fortunately lasted only a few minutes until their mum came and told them to leave me alone, “whoever put this pumpkin has a reason to do so” said the mum “let’s find the way out of here and join pops with the carnival” and with that they left. I had so many questions! First of all there is no reason why somebody planted me here! Second, there’s a carnival out there! Wait, what’s a carnival? I bet it’s really fun! And a corn maze….that’s what that thing-a-ma-doodle was doing!
Many families would go by everyday and either pass the place in which I was, or look at me with confusion. I was starting to get old, breaking apart, and smelling pretty bad! My fellow corn friends were getting much darker, and there leaves were getting crisp and falling down. They too had many unfriendly visitors, that would push their way through the plants. During days when there weren’t as many people we would all talk about this so called carnival. I’ve heard families talk about them ,there were rides, pig races, apple bobbing, apple picking, a magic show, and a pumpkin patch. The place where I belonged. There people would look at me and want to take me home. But I was stuck here, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
A couple weeks passed, and again I woke up to the sound of the machine; BR-R-R-R. This time I tried to dodge the sharp scales in the tires because it cut down every single corn plant in the field. This time I could really see! I was the only thing left in the entire land in which there used to be corn. This time I could see beyond the corn, I could see a pumpkin patch, and people taking down massive structures, probably part of the carnival. Maybe if I could just…Ughh. No! I’m stranded here and this is where I’ll be. I was rotting, smelling terrible, and feeling as lonely as ever.
Weeks passed by and it was really cold. Rain would pour down almost every day, and the ground became mushy and wet. There wasn’t a sight of a person, only crows that would come by sometimes. I felt like one of those old grandpas with sticks that were slowly moving through the corn maze, but right now they were probably cosy in their house while I’m about to die in the rain! Until, a boy and a girl came skipping across the land. I could almost make out their figures as they were looking at the rotting pumpkins. Who would want one? Any way, the boy I think spotted me. He showed his sister and they came running towards me. “This is the one!” The girl cried. I didn’t know who these kids were, but I had a feeling that they were the perfect people to be with (definitely not like those boys who pretended that I was a soccer ball!) As they took me home, they covered me in a warm blanket, and I began to feel strength inside of me.
“In the end the others will regret the chances they didn’t take by taking me.”
Everybody knew that. Neptune and Landa had something hidden in that tree house on top of the crispy oak tree Neptune and Landa., Both with round brown eyes that somehow looked red, and pale white skin. Little did they know that their November would be turned into disastrous chaos.
“Landa! Wait up!” Neptune gasped. “It’s 7.45!” “Wwwwaaaaatttttt?” Landa jumped up in her hello kitty pajamas. “We’ll miss the bus!” After a quick minute of clothes, toothbrushes, and screams, Neptune and Landa thundered down the stairs and slid into the kitchen to grab a bagel and dashed out the door, where the bus skidded to a stop just as they stepped outside.
“Just in time.”
The bus lady nodded as she opened the door. She grinned, revealing yellow teeth and fillings. The twins hopped on and were greeted by a series of welcomes and hi’s