Keilah

Stypulkoski
Hamilton 7
10/29/14
Final Narrative

A New Beginning
As Lennys feet smacked down the damp grass as he walked towards his
aunts farm, his little mind swirled. He walked through the white facade of the house
and saw the perfunctory sight of his aunt Clara reading on her favorite floral
printed chair. He continued on through the little house and stopped abruptly in the
living room. His face contorted, as he looked down at his hand realizing that the
note he had been given was gone. As Lenny began to explain to his aunt Clara why
he lost the note and what it said, her eyes began to shut, and she slowly began to
slump back in her chair. Lenny looked around the living room with the bright white
walls and a small fireplace and sighed. Lenny had been told that his aunt would drift
off more frequently as her conditions got worse, but he never expected it to be this
bad. He had always thought she would be fine and he still hadnt expected or
realized how bad his aunt already was.

Lenny walked outside and watched the bright blue flowers sway in the wind.

Lenny slowly dragged his feet all the way back to the towns square. He looked up
and saw the gigantic brown clock house towering over him and everyone else. He
slowly walked back to the bank where he had left the note. Lenny found it crumpled
in a corner underneath an empty pack of ketchup. Lenny had already forgotten what
was scribbled on the note, but that was nothing new for him. Lenny tended to be
quite forgetful and dimwitted. But there was no time to reread the note, especially
at Lennys reading speed. All that mattered now was getting the note back to aunt
Clara before she realized that Lenny is gone.
Lenny handed the note to his aunt who reads it with wide eyes and a gaping
mouth. Whats wrong aunt Clara? Lenny asked
Nothing my dear, why dont you go outside and de weed the garden, she
said with a shaken voice.

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~
As Clara reread the note over and over again, she began to shake ever so
slightly. Her lip was trembling as she finally came to terms with what the note has
informed her. She was crestfallen. Once she died the farm would be taken by the
bank and poor Lenny would have nowhere to go. Where will Lenny go, who will take
care of him, all this and more ran through Aunt Claras mind. Her heart began to beat
faster and faster, thump, thump, thump it went as she tried to construe what
would happen.
As Clara tried to figure out what to do about Lenny, she had a realization.
Lennys cousin George was coming back to town for a few weeks and was always
willing to spend time with Lenny. All Clara had to do now was send a letter asking
George if he could take Lenny with him to work at the labor camps until he is stable
enough to live on his own.
Claras shaky hands flew across the paper. Word after word, comma after
comma, her letter slowly began to develop. As Clara walked outside to put the letter
in the mailbox, She realized how weak she had become. She knew her time with
Lenny was short and she could only hope that she had enough time to explain to
Lenny what would happen after she is gone.
~
As George walked outside of the old rundown bunkhouse that he had been
living in, one of the other workers ran towards him and handed him a note in a small
envelope. This was the first piece of mail he had gotten in 6 months. He opened it
and sucked in a deep breath. His chest inflated with the fresh September air and
slowly began to deflate in a rhythmic pattern. As he read the note, a deep sorrow
began to fall over him. His cousin Lennys aunt was dying and the far was going to be
taken away. Although he did not care much for Lenny, George knew that he was a
robust, strong worker and he was good at listening. Two qualities that are very
good when it comes to been a migrant worker.
As George thought about it more and more, the idea of taking Lenny under
his wing did not seem to bad. Lenny could help him maintain a job and make more

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money for the both of them. They could be a perfect pair, Lenny has the strength and
George has the brain.
~
Lenny walked through the old farmhouse one more time. Carefully taking in
each delicate crack in the wall and the way the sun bounces of each corner of the
blue staircase one last time. Lennys eyes were deep black pits and the scruff on his
chin had begun to look like a piece of sandpaper. Thing had been going downhill for
Lenny ever sense his Aunt Clara died. She had told him to be happy that he would
have a new beginning in his life, but to Lenny it just felt like the end of everything.
He walked through his room and slowly picked up the last of his belongings.
An old T-shirt, some worn-out boots, and a collection of empty ketchup wrappers
were all that was left. Everything else had already been put away. He looked back at
his room, the tattered mauled curtains and bedding made Lenny fell safe, but he
knew he had to leave.
As Lenny walked out of the house one last time, he remembered his life there.
Ever sense he was 4, he had been living with his aunt. He remembered the time
when he fell into the mud puddle after a storm and because he felt so bad, his aunt
pretended to also fall in to make Lenny fell better. He remembered the time they
went to pick oranges from the tree they had been growing, but when they tried to
eat them the realized they were grapefruits. And last but not least, he remembered
the time he got lost in the town square for what felt like an eternity. And when his
aunt found him, she hugged him so hard he could feel his tears practically squeeze
out of him as she told him to never scare her like that again.
As Lenny left the house and all the memories of his old life behind him, he
couldnt help but feel scared. The thought of living without Aunt Clara intimidated
him, but he tried to belittle the feeling. What will happen to me now? I dont know
how to live on a worker farm? Will George still like me? Lennys stomach aced with
the pain of not knowing, not knowing where he will go or what will happen, not
knowing of everything will be alright. But that all changed when George walked up
to Lenny with tangible open arms. In that instant Lenny knew that everything
would be all right.

Stypulkoski, Keilah

Tuesday, November 4, 2014 at 2:30:46 PM Pacific Standard Time

70:56:81:af:ee:d5