Tuesday, May 17, 2011
KIM GOES TO HAWAII By Spencer, age 8
Kim is hungry. He walks into Cala Foods and touches the donuts. He gets sick. He gets a stomachache and he throws up in aisle seven. He hates aisle seven. He hates every aisle, except the watermelon aisle. He gets a cart and starts looking for watermelons. He loves watermelon because he is allergic to every other food in the world.
It is winter. Watermelon is out of season in California. Kim decides to go to Hawaii. He travels there by airplane. When he gets there, he goes to a farm to look for work. The man there says, “You can work here on Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays.”
“Ok,” Kim says.
“Each day you come, you get fifty dollars.”
“Ok,” Kim says.
“On Mondays you have to milk cows. On Fridays you have to plant plants and on Saturdays you have to get eggs.”
“Ok,” says Kim.
On his first day of work Kim asks the man, “Can I eat watermelons?”
“When you are done Kim,” the man says.
At the end of Kim’s first day the man says, “It is getting dark Kim. You have to go home.”
“I don’t have a home in Hawaii.”
“Oh,” says the man. “You can come home with me.”
“Ok,” says Kim.
Kim and the man walk to his house.
The next morning is Tuesday. “I do not have to go to work,” Kim says. Kim folds a toy gun out of paper. “Boom!”
“Be quiet Kim,” the man says. “You are too noisy.”
“Sorry,” says Kim. “Can I have the watermelon yet?”
“They are not done growing. They will be done in May. It’s still December now.”
“Fine,” says Kim. “My birthday is Monday.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know what year I was born.”
“Why not?” says the man. “Where are your parents?”
“They are dead.”
“When did they die, Kim?”
“When I was six.”
“A stranger shot them.”
“Tell me the story, Kim,” says the man.
“My mom and dad were walking with me on a street where a lot of strangers lived. I saw a man with gold earrings and a gun. I was about to tell my mom and dad but it was too late. They fell on the ground. The stranger smelled like rotten cheese and when I smelled him, my asthma was cured, but I got terrible food allergies after that.”
“Then it’s time to go to the doctor,” said the man.
“NOO!” said. Kim. “I do not like to go to the doctor.
“Too bad. You have to or else you will die. The watermelons won’t be ready to eat until May.”
“Fine,” said Kim.
The man brought Kim to the doctor.
“Hi,” the doctor said to Kim. “Follow me.”
Kim followed the doctor into a little room.
“Where do you want your allergy shot?” the doctor said.
“On my stomach.”
“Okay, pull up your shirt.” The doctor poked the needle into Kim’s stomach.
“Ouch,” Kim said. “That hurts.” Kim felt his body changing. He felt his insides moving. “I don’t have to eat watermelon anymore.”
About the Author
Hi, my name is Spencer. I am eight. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad and my baby brother. I am good at jumping high on my bed. I can almost touch the ceiling! Some day I want to be good at taking care of my baby brother. Right now it’s hard because I have so much homework. My earliest memory is of the time I ripped up my mom and dad’s important papers. I was so little, I didn’t know they were important. If I got one wish, I would wish for a baby sister because my baby brother hits me a lot.