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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 06/11/2015
Mr Tree
Born 1997, F, from Victoria City, Hong KongBob was seen sitting under that shady tree in the middle of the woods again. His facial expression was as gloomy as the evening skies above him. He was a lonely fifth grader at Ave Maria government school. He had only a companion that might not be there for him forever but it was a companion that had glued into his heart. It was Mr. Tree, a fifty-year-old tree in the middle of the woods. He would turn to Mr. Tree whenever he had complications in life; bad grades that threatened to retain him in the same grade for another year, group bullies in school that he had to face daily and abusive parents that nurtured him with good food after punching and kicking him, who threatened to break his spine.
“What’s wrong with you today, little Bob?” asked Mr. Tree with a wrinkly smile.
“I failed 2 subjects today. I’m afraid that I can’t proceed to the sixth grade next year. The boys were laughing at me as usual. Cheer me up, Mr. Tree.” Bob’s lips curved upwards into a smile.
Old Mr Tree thought hard to cheer him up. He shook his old twigs and mumbled something under his breath. Immediately, the flowers among the leaves seemed to bloom unconditionally. It was like the wood version of cherry blossom. Flower petals fell swiftly to the ground where Bob was standing. Soon, it was raining pinkish flower petals. Bob was rather perplexed by what had just happened in front of his eyes. He could not believe his eyes. He turned to Mr Tree who was smiling at him and said, “Mr Tree! You are indeed a magical tree! Can you help me turn my bad grades into something better with your magical power?” Bob stated to tear up.
“Little Bob, I am not a magical tree. I just need to make these flowers blossom before the leaves and everything dries up. Many of my friends have died due to the change in climate. Those little animals like the squirrels, rabbits and even those carnivores have their habitats destroyed due to this change in climate. The Earth is getting temperamental, dear. My time is just around the corner which I could sense it right now.” Mr Tree said in his low, raspy voice which was stitched with sadness and disappointment.
Little Bob was extremely touched by Mr Tree’s words. He knew he needed to do something to save Mr Tree from the extreme weather. The global warming is caused by human activities; deforestations, release of exhaust fumes and smoke from factories, and the list went on. “How can I prevent these from happening in order to protect Mr Tree?” Bob’s curious mind was bounded by this question.
The next day, Bob’s English teacher told the whole class to write an essay about their best friend to be submitted for a competition. Everyone stared at Bob. Some girls were laughing and gossiping behind him. It had always been that way. All of Bob’s classmate looked down on his capability in academics and sports.
“Hey loser! I don’t think you have a best friend! Are you going to write about an imaginary friend or are you planning to hand in an empty piece of writing paper?” his class monitor, Emilie snapped followed by laughter and all the ‘Boo’s.
Anger was building inside of Bob. He had never protested or defended himself before that. He had a best friend but no one would believe it.
“I have a best friend but definitely not an imaginary one which only exists in a small part of the brain. His name is Mr Tree! He lives in the woods. He talks to me like none of you did. He cheers me up whenever I’m down. I meet him every day, twice a day. He made me likes school although school has bullies and bastards like all of you! If you dare say anything about him, you deserve a punch in the face!” Bob voiced out confidently, totally ignored the presence of his teacher and walked out of his classroom.
The classroom remained silent, probably stunned by Bob’s sudden dismay. Bob ran into the woods. His footsteps were fast and steady. Crackly sound of the fallen twigs echoed in the atmosphere when Bob’s little feet stepped on them. The surrounding was a little melancholy. The gloomy but windy weather matched Bob’s current mood like a lock and a key. Tears streamed down his face mercilessly. As he reached his usual spot where Mr Tree was, he stopped voluntarily. He looked up slowly and to his utter surprise, he saw two men holding their chainsaws. Mr Tree’s depressed face turned delighted when he saw Bob. He had prepared to be chopped down by those two men. Those men were already prepared. The blade of the chainsaw was just inches away from the wooden bark.
“Stop! Bring those chainsaws away. I will not allow you all to kill my friend. He’s my friend, heard that? Under this shady tree is where my sweetest memories were created. You shall not chop down Mr Tree! Please don’t!” Bob pleaded, hoping to soften the hearts of those two men.
“Let’s go.” one of the men told his friend.
Bob plopped on to the floor. He was too exhausted from the running, crying and pleading. He looked at Mr Tree and smiled brightly. He learnt that he needed to be brave in order to protect his old friend. Mr Tree shed tears of joy to see his little Bob whom he called his grandson and also his best friend.
Mr Tree(Samantha)
Bob was seen sitting under that shady tree in the middle of the woods again. His facial expression was as gloomy as the evening skies above him. He was a lonely fifth grader at Ave Maria government school. He had only a companion that might not be there for him forever but it was a companion that had glued into his heart. It was Mr. Tree, a fifty-year-old tree in the middle of the woods. He would turn to Mr. Tree whenever he had complications in life; bad grades that threatened to retain him in the same grade for another year, group bullies in school that he had to face daily and abusive parents that nurtured him with good food after punching and kicking him, who threatened to break his spine.
“What’s wrong with you today, little Bob?” asked Mr. Tree with a wrinkly smile.
“I failed 2 subjects today. I’m afraid that I can’t proceed to the sixth grade next year. The boys were laughing at me as usual. Cheer me up, Mr. Tree.” Bob’s lips curved upwards into a smile.
Old Mr Tree thought hard to cheer him up. He shook his old twigs and mumbled something under his breath. Immediately, the flowers among the leaves seemed to bloom unconditionally. It was like the wood version of cherry blossom. Flower petals fell swiftly to the ground where Bob was standing. Soon, it was raining pinkish flower petals. Bob was rather perplexed by what had just happened in front of his eyes. He could not believe his eyes. He turned to Mr Tree who was smiling at him and said, “Mr Tree! You are indeed a magical tree! Can you help me turn my bad grades into something better with your magical power?” Bob stated to tear up.
“Little Bob, I am not a magical tree. I just need to make these flowers blossom before the leaves and everything dries up. Many of my friends have died due to the change in climate. Those little animals like the squirrels, rabbits and even those carnivores have their habitats destroyed due to this change in climate. The Earth is getting temperamental, dear. My time is just around the corner which I could sense it right now.” Mr Tree said in his low, raspy voice which was stitched with sadness and disappointment.
Little Bob was extremely touched by Mr Tree’s words. He knew he needed to do something to save Mr Tree from the extreme weather. The global warming is caused by human activities; deforestations, release of exhaust fumes and smoke from factories, and the list went on. “How can I prevent these from happening in order to protect Mr Tree?” Bob’s curious mind was bounded by this question.
The next day, Bob’s English teacher told the whole class to write an essay about their best friend to be submitted for a competition. Everyone stared at Bob. Some girls were laughing and gossiping behind him. It had always been that way. All of Bob’s classmate looked down on his capability in academics and sports.
“Hey loser! I don’t think you have a best friend! Are you going to write about an imaginary friend or are you planning to hand in an empty piece of writing paper?” his class monitor, Emilie snapped followed by laughter and all the ‘Boo’s.
Anger was building inside of Bob. He had never protested or defended himself before that. He had a best friend but no one would believe it.
“I have a best friend but definitely not an imaginary one which only exists in a small part of the brain. His name is Mr Tree! He lives in the woods. He talks to me like none of you did. He cheers me up whenever I’m down. I meet him every day, twice a day. He made me likes school although school has bullies and bastards like all of you! If you dare say anything about him, you deserve a punch in the face!” Bob voiced out confidently, totally ignored the presence of his teacher and walked out of his classroom.
The classroom remained silent, probably stunned by Bob’s sudden dismay. Bob ran into the woods. His footsteps were fast and steady. Crackly sound of the fallen twigs echoed in the atmosphere when Bob’s little feet stepped on them. The surrounding was a little melancholy. The gloomy but windy weather matched Bob’s current mood like a lock and a key. Tears streamed down his face mercilessly. As he reached his usual spot where Mr Tree was, he stopped voluntarily. He looked up slowly and to his utter surprise, he saw two men holding their chainsaws. Mr Tree’s depressed face turned delighted when he saw Bob. He had prepared to be chopped down by those two men. Those men were already prepared. The blade of the chainsaw was just inches away from the wooden bark.
“Stop! Bring those chainsaws away. I will not allow you all to kill my friend. He’s my friend, heard that? Under this shady tree is where my sweetest memories were created. You shall not chop down Mr Tree! Please don’t!” Bob pleaded, hoping to soften the hearts of those two men.
“Let’s go.” one of the men told his friend.
Bob plopped on to the floor. He was too exhausted from the running, crying and pleading. He looked at Mr Tree and smiled brightly. He learnt that he needed to be brave in order to protect his old friend. Mr Tree shed tears of joy to see his little Bob whom he called his grandson and also his best friend.
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