Elevator by LizzieT. 8th Grade~ Central Vermont Catholic School

Elevator

One day, my mother and I were visiting a friend.  This friend of ours lived in an apartment building, a tall apartment building.  She lived on, like, floor 73 or something? Anyway my mom went up earlier than me, I don;t remember why.  When I finally went up the elevator it got stuck. Of course!  It had a blood red carpet and classic elevator music.  Yep, proof that the universe was against me.  The only other person within the elevator was a man with dreadlocks, tie-dye shirt, barefoot, with a purple satchel with a peace sign on it.

When the elevator came to a halt I tried to plitely ignore him.  But no, he had to talk to me.  "Do you like flowers?" he asked me suddenly. "Umm.... sure," I responded, not quite sure of myself. "Why?"

"Would you like to let the flowers in your soul grow with my organic juice?"  He held up a bottle full of liquid that looked like tomato juice. My response was one of a confused person.  I couldn't speak.   "Completely natural", he continued," All homemade."

"What is it made of?" I asked.  "Tomatoes, oranges and my secret ingredient." he grinned, revealing braces.

Hmmm...I decided to humor  hi. "How much?" I asked.  "Free."  He responded.  "I want to spread my love all over for no cost."  I blurted "Aren't you afraid people are going to make fun of you?  Smart!"

"No", he replied. "I am who I am." 

And that was it. the elevator got moving and he left.  He taught me nothing in particular, exept for not caring aboutwhat others think of you.  No happy ending, no sunsets, no  happiy ever after.  That's because it's life.  We both got on with our lives and that was it.  But if it's any consulation, the juice was pretty good.

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