The Adventures of Cherry Apple

First Day

I never was one to listen to authority, ever since my mom tried to make me go to school after my boyfriend moved.
I was in the first grade, just turned 26, and it was the first time I ever laid my eyes on him. Eden Maddock, but most people called him Ede. He was absolutely dreamy. He was 7, the second oldest in our class, and he had already lost 5 of his baby teeth. We were already a match made in heaven considering at the time I had lost 6 of my adult teeth. It was his first day here and the teacher told him to sit anywhere he wants, and he chose the seat right next to mine. He waved at me and said hi; I finished eating the glue I had for my snack and said,

"Aye baby, my name is Cherry Apple, and I'm in control around here. If you step on my power I'll cut your pinkie off and turn it into your daily suppository."

I was so flustered by his amazing looks that I just said the first thing that came to mind. I hope I didn't sound like a complete idiot or say anything I would regret.

His only response was a slight smile, and he turned to do his work. I couldn't stop staring until Mrs. Berns threw a book at my head, and I fell out of my chair I got back up in my chair and went on with my day.

The next day he asked if he could play with my legos, so I shoved one of my "Legos" down is throat and corrected him,

"There plastic blocks not Legos, buttlick."

After he recovered we played that recess and for the next few weeks we played together.

I learned many things about him like his parents moved around frequently; he hates mondays, and he thought I was cute. We would always hang out and talk to each other, but then the worst day of my life came.

Ede had to move. It was our last recess together so I wanted it to be special. I made him my favorite meal, earth worms with pencil shavings. I made it for the both of us and we sat down to eat it, while we talked about our short lived relationship. I was waiting to see his reaction when he tasted the meal, and he only pretended to eat it. When I realized he wasn't going to actually eat it, I knew what I had to do. I picked it up and chewed it then retched it into his mouth. While I was doing this I looked into his eyes and he was tearing up; they were tears of pure happiness I assume. I wanted him to feel the joy I felt when I ate that meal, and I think he truly did.

I was happy with our last day and things were better when I remembered it was Friday. I went home that weekend and watched teletubbies while my mom heated up my bath with our family toaster.

When Monday morning came I didn't feel good and didn't go, but I felt better the rest of the week so I went to school Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Then Monday came around again and I felt sick. This cycle went on for a several weeks.

Then my mom started getting on my wang about going to school, and then I realized I was just sad that Ede was gone. At that moment I shouted out,

"Ede Maddock!"

And out of no where my mom punched me in the gut for swearing or something stupid.

Once that happened I felt real pain because she had injured my liver.
But it was alright compared to how damaged it is now. Momma loves her drink-drink.

And that was the last time I thought about Eden before this.

I know that what we had was love, but because this happened thirty years ago he is too old for my liking.