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The Perfect Pumpkin

by: Rebecca Taylor

There was a room full of choices but her mother had said she could choose just one. How could she decide which one would be her perfect pumpkin? She didn’t want just any pumpkin. She needed to have the best one. There was a lot at stake in the school’s pumpkin contest. There were prizes and they included money – money she could use to buy her bicycle – the one she kept looking at in the front of Thomson’s Store. She liked the flashy colours on the bicycle, its horn and the pompom decorations. She stared at the pumpkin, envisioning herself cycling around town. Imagine, she thought, a pumpkin could be your ticket to what you want most. Now, I need to choose that pumpkin; Mom isn’t going to wait all day either. There are orange pumpkins and ones with neat orange and green patterns. Maybe this is the pumpkin I need, one with patterns – maybe everyone else will choose a plain one and then I’d win, or maybe everyone would say that my special pumpkin was just too strange. I guess I have no way of knowing what will happen at the contest. I just have to try my best. There were huge pumpkins, she quickly dismissed those – too big for a school bag. She went to a pile of small pumpkins – easy to carry. She closed her eyes and picked one pumpkin up carefully feeling for the stem, so she didn’t knock over the whole pile. If she smashed the pumpkins, she would never be able to get her bicycle because she would forever be paying for the ones she’d broken in her pursuit for the best one. She opened her eyes and looked at the pumpkin in her hand and smiled. The pumpkin she had chosen had character. Its stem had a nice curve to it and the pumpkin had a nice shape to it. It was round in an oval sort of way. The pumpkin was mostly orange but had a few lines of green on it. She wondered if perhaps it was where the pumpkin had lain on the ground against its vine and hadn’t seen the sun.

“Rachel, are you ready?” called her mom from across the room.

“Coming mom,” said Rachel and she carried the pumpkin up to the cashier where her mom paid for it and then they left.

The pumpkin contest was three days later. Rachel had polished her pumpkin and tied green and orange ribbon around its stem. She decided that the pumpkin looked the best as it was. It didn’t need anything too fancy to show that it was beautiful. She hoped it would be able to compete with the other pumpkins in the natural pumpkin category. She was nervous as she put her student number in a tiny envelope and taped the envelope to the bottom of the pumpkin. The judging was top secret and she wouldn’t know the results until the very end of the day. She didn’t know if she would be able to concentrate, not knowing if she could have her bicycle.

Finally, there was an announcement on the loud speaker that the participants of the pumpkin contest could go to the gymnasium. Butterflies jumped around in Rachel’s stomach. She wondered if she’d win enough money to be able to get her bicycle, she wondered if she would get any prize at all. She wanted to win so badly but she knew that everyone who entered wanted to win which sort of created a no-win scenario when you took into account that some would win and some would lose. As exciting as the pumpkin contest was, there would always be some unhappiness surrounding it, but at least she had tried and she could be content in that. Rachel made her way through the crowd and she approached the table where her pumpkin was. There was a bright green sticker stuck to her pumpkin. There was a number 3 written in glittery marker on the sticker.

“Congratulations, Rachel,” said Ms. Marquette one of her teachers. “You did very well. Third out of ten is really good. I hope you’ll enjoy your prize.”

“Thank you,” said Rachel as she took the envelope that Ms. Marquette handed her. All of the winning pumpkins were going to stay on display at school for everyone to see. On the school bus on the way home, Rachel opened her envelope. Inside was fifty dollars. It wasn’t enough to buy the bicycle yet but it was a huge help. She would add it to the other money she’d been saving. Her dream ride was a step closer to becoming reality because of a pumpkin.

In A Perfect World

by: Rebecca Taylor

(written as a monologue for public speaking in high school).

Setting: Rose’s bedroom

Time: Present

Character: Rose, 16-year old girl

I’m looking in the mirror, in front of me,

In my room, all is quiet

When all of a sudden, an interesting thought,

Comes to mind, a perfect world.

What would a perfect world be like, if I invented it?

It’s seven o’clock, two hours until bedtime.

I get out my notebook,

And here’s what I write as I envision it,

A perfect world and what it would entail.

I still see problems but only with minor conflict,

For a world without some conflict would be,

A happily ever after without a story.

None the less, major pain would be invisible.

And what problems you or I have,

Can be fixed with some discussion and a little work.

Mainly though, problems would cease to exist.

Worries would be rather minor in life.

In my perfect world I see an end,

An end to all the prejudice and racism in the world.

Where everyone forgets,

Forgets about someone else’s colour, nationality, religion,

And so on, to me I do not see why these things,

Seem to matter to some people.

I’m telling you, it’s what’s inside that counts.

I want the pain that is caused by prejudice and racism

To end, you do not need it and,

Neither do I.

I want to see people getting along,

Shaking hands and talking and laughing together.

In my perfect world we would all be equal,

And all that matters would be our inner feelings.

Do you know what else I wish would end?

War and fighting and killing,

It al has to end, for there is no place for it,

In a perfect world, my perfect world.

It is all pointless, don’t you see!

There is no need for it, not for you or for me,

Not for anyone.

People dying and being hurt,

Just because people like you and I,

Lose our sense of reason and turn to violence,

Instead of trying to work out our problems with words!

Throw down your weapons, end this all.

We don’t need it,

And when you realize this,

You’ll see my perfect world,

Will have harmony and world peace.

I also want an end to poverty,

We don’t need millions of dollars to be happy,

Money will not even buy happiness,

But you and I and all the world,

Need necessities, food, clothing, shelter.

Why should some people have so much?

And some have to worry about getting these necessities?

Can’t you see how much this needs to end?

It’s got to go, it is no good.

Look into the future and imagine it,

Step into my perfect world and see it.

Can you see how happy everyone would be?

If they didn’t have to worry,

About where things like their next meal

Was coming from.

One day it has to end.

One day I want the world

To decide as a whole, the difference

Between right and wrong.

Can you see it, the whole world

Obeying all the same laws, not one law for one

Country and another for a different one.

I can se it and truly think

That it would add to our harmony, peace, equality,

And unity, the whole working together as a whole.

Instead of many countries we’d be one,

Each place would just have a different name.

We would have the world charter of rights,

And we would all get along, one happy world.

An end to all the pain and suffering,

Will also be part of my perfect world.

There will be no more terrible illnesses,

Or disabilities.

No more broken bones, or anything like this.

The worst pain and suffering you could have,

Will be a cold that lasts three days at the most.

Why should people have pain or suffer?

There is in my mind no reason for it.

Can you see my point of view?

Perhaps in your minor conflict,

You might come across a little bit.

But it is solved with words,

And it will not cause much.

For without conflict,

The world would be somewhat boring.

After all, it’s only a small amount.

Nothing like the pain and suffering in the world today.

I will put an end to drugs,

In my perfect world.

They ruin lives,

I wish I could wave a wand,

And the world would be free of them.

Can’t you tell, they are nothing but poison.

Open your eyes and you will soon realize

How many people die each day because of drug use.

People get hooked every day too,

And every one, lives are ruined.

Why do they do it?

Don’t you know it’s wrong?

Why do people do it,

I can’t tell you for sure,

Because I don’t know myself.

Sometimes they think it will solve

All their problems and make them popular.

They are not thinking straight

That’s for certain.

For if they were, they would see

Drugs cause problems and make you

Ruin your life.

Is this what you want a wasted life?

I think not, don’t do it

I’m begging you,

It’s a mistake

That too many people make.

I think an end to crime

Is also needed in my perfect world.

A stop to all the terrible things

Like murder, terrorism, and the list goes on.

Don’t you want a world that’s clean

And full of good worthy citizens?

I know that’s what I desire.

There is one more thing I want,

An honest world.

A world without lies

Where everyone is trustworthy

And you’re never told a lie of any sort.

Where no matter what is going on

You can depend on knowing the truth,

And being told it point blank honestly.

Like in court, it would be

The whole truth and nothing but the whole truth.

I can see my perfect world

Like it was on the other side of the mirror

Or like it was a door that needed to be

Opened so that I can

Walk right through

Into my perfect world

A world that can be a better place.

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