11 Sep My Red Envy
When I used to sit in my large oak tree, looking over the wooden fence into my neighbor’s yard, I always caught myself staring at his bright red poppies. Their petals touching as though they relied on one another. I remember the day he got them. It seemed every day I looked at them they grew bigger and brighter and redder, blooming ever so beautifully. All I could think was, “I want them. No, I need them.” I didn’t notice as I was thinking that they were growing bigger and redder.
One day I couldn’t handle it anymore. My envy, my bright red envy, took over me. I climbed over the fence, looking all around me, like a suspect on the run. I grabbed the poppies, ripped them out of the earth, and climbed back over the fence.
I had to destroy them. I took out the biggest hammer I owned, which was as big as my head, and bam! I smashed them till they were as flat as paper. I thought that my red envy was dead, but no. It was still alive. There was only one thing I could do. I rushed around the room, in drawers, on shelves, in closets, until I found it. The shredder! My red envy was as flat as paper so I could shred it. When I reached to grab my red envy, it wrapped its flat, paper-like vines around my arm! It pulled and pulled and pulled. It did not want to die. It did not want to be ripped apart into tiny pieces. I almost felt bad for it, but I shook my head at that thought. It was the only way. I held my arm above the shredder. I grabbed the bright blue scissors of the desk and snip! I cut the red envy off my arm. I still remember the red envy falling slowly into the machine.
When the rumbling started, I felt as though something was being ripped out of me. Something was. The red envy. Then I turned the loud shredder off. I hopped in my blue car and drove to the store. I purchased a bouquet of blue poppies. When I got home, I planted them in my backyard. As I watched them grow slowly, I felt something inside: Happiness. I was truly rid of my red envy.
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