Celeste: Chapter 2


The drive to Apple loosa Pie took twice as long as Penny said it would due to a major highway being closed for construction, but I took in every last second. About an hour into the drive, I passed a bustling city with skyscrapers so enormous I could only guess how tall they truly were. There were hundreds of people and gigantic, flowering parks, and although the atmosphere was filled with the chaotic honking of cars, it sounded like a symphony compared to my quiet life at home.

When we finally reached the countryside, I nearly cried. I practically gave the driver a heart attack when I squeaked for him to open my window so I could stick my head out. There was an endless amount of new inspiration for my paintings. Trees so bright with color you could determine their shade in the pitch black night generously lined either side of the road. And the stars! They lit up the sky with an unapologetic glow, and not a single bit of smog adulterated their magnificence. Sunset Valley had clearly been too close to the neighboring city I drove through, for the stars back home never shined so bright.


And now, at this very moment, as I pull onto a narrow dirt road, I enter Apple loosa Pie. Day has just begun to break, and my body aches with exhaustion, but I refuse to allow myself to sleep now. As I continue down the road, gazing with absolute astonishment at the houses painted every shade of the rainbow, my driver speaks for the first time in a while.

“Do you know that man?” she asks me, gesturing with her head towards a house on the left. She brings the car to a slow stop, and that is when I realize I’ve reached my destination.

“Er, well, not exactly, but I believe I know who he may be.” I fumble with my seat belt and open the car door, taking a few moments to stretch out my body that’s been stuck in a sitting position for hours. “Thank you so much for your service.” I place several bills in the driver’s hand and give her a small smile. She nods and opens the trunk to retrieve my luggage.


As I approach the tiny house, the voice in my head screams with excitement when I realize the man is pink. I knew I was going to meet a berry today, but I didn’t know I would feel this ecstatic!

“Er, hello!” I shout a little too loudly. “Are you Hibiscus? Penny told me you’d be waiting for me. I’m Celeste, and I’m from Sunset Valley. I can’t believe how beautiful Apple loosa Pie is! You’re so lucky to have lived here all your life. Before last night, I’d never even left my house, so you can imagine how amazed I am by everything! I love-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he chuckles. “For someone who presumably didn’t sleep a wink last night, you’re quite the chipper one.”

My pale cheeks turn a bright red. “Sorry, like I said, I’d never even left my house until last night. I’m so overwhelmed by everything; you must think I’m silly.”

“Not at all.” The corners of his lips turn up into a small smile. “Penny gave me the low-down. I’m sorry things turned out this way for you.”


“Don’t be. I didn’t ask for the past twenty years, but they weren’t all bad. I had Penny, and I had my art. I’ve dreamt of this day since I was a child, and now here I am. I may not be here in the way I’d hoped, but nonetheless, I’m here; that’s all that matters now.” I hold out my hand to shake his, and he kindly takes it.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Celeste. I’m Hibiscus Blush, and truly, I don’t think you’re silly. You have the maturity and poise of an adult, but the pure innocence and enthusiasm of a child. It’s refreshing, actually.” He chuckles again, and I feel my cheeks go hot once more. I’m unable to determine if my nerves are due to his obvious attractiveness or my general anxiety about this whole unexpected experience. “Well, may I help you with your luggage?” he asks.

“Oh, no, that’s okay. This is all I have, so I can manage. Thanks, though!” I reply.

Hibiscus’ eyes widen. “That’s all you brought?”

I frown. “Like I said, this whole ordeal was a little unexpected. I didn’t have much to begin with, but this is all that my parents allowed me to bring.”

Hibiscus is frowning now as well. “So, I guess that means there won’t be a moving van filled with furniture, paintings, and fancy vases?” He offers a playful smile, but I shake my head and Hibiscus shifts uncomfortably in place.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s just that, well, I guess Penny forgot,” he begins. “About a year ago, there was this massive rainstorm and a lot of the houses here flooded, including this one. Everything was ruined. I was able to repair the floors myself, but the furniture wasn’t salvageable, to say the least. I installed the necessities, like a kitchen and bathroom, and my parents let Penny have an old bed they otherwise would’ve trashed, but that’s it. Penny had plans to furnish the place the next time she came to visit, but that hasn’t happened yet. She told me you didn’t have much money with you, but I was hoping you might have a little more to get settled.”

“Oh,” I manage to say. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you say.”


Hibiscus unlocks the front door and allows me to enter first, and he was right. There is absolutely nothing here, which is stressful because I have $10 leftover from the ride here, no job, and a suitcase filled with two pairs of pants and three t-shirts.

“But it’s okay!” he insists. “There’s a department store right up the road. I’m sure we can find you a few items to spruce this place up in no time. How much money do you have?”

I swallow a lump in my throat. “Ten,” I respond.

“Ten? Ten what? Ten thousand? Penny told me your parents are rich, so you shouldn’t worry about this at all if they gave you-”

“Ten dollars,” I whisper, barely audible. “My parents are rich, but like I said, this is all they allowed me to bring.” I gesture to my suitcase. “And the $10 is leftover cab fare that Penny gave me.” Hibiscus stares at what I assume to be the bedroom door in deep thought.

“I know where we can go where ten dollars can stretch a little farther.” He gives me a reassuring smile and grabs my hand.


“This little table is only two dollars!” I hear Hibiscus yell from the other side of the consignment store. “And it’s white! Matches the color scheme,” he adds, giving me a cheesy smile and a thumbs up. I laugh and nod my head, so he lifts it up and places it by the cash register for later. I can’t help but dwell on how grateful I am for his presence. His support is already making this drastic change that much more bearable. I don’t think I could do this by myself.


“So, they don’t have a washing machine, but I think I saw one in the junk yard the other day. I could try to get it running if you’d like,” Hibiscus offers. He picks up an old video game and turns it over in his hands.

“You are a literal saint,” I answer. “When I realized I don’t have a washing machine and Apple loosa Pie doesn’t have a laundry mat, I thought I was going to need to do my laundry in the river.”

He laughs. “Nonsense. If I can’t fix up the one I just mentioned, you can use mine. You can use anything of mine, actually, but I know it’s comforting to have your own possessions, so that’s why I brought you here.” He smiles. “Is there anything else you’re looking for?” He glances at the chair I have my arm rested on.

“I’d really love to find an easel. If I could get my hands on one of those, I’m sure I-”

“Be right back!” he hollers while running to the back of the store. Within a minute, I hear the scrape of wood on wood as he drags an old, chipped easel back to me. I gasp and run towards it. Hibiscus grins at my enthusiasm as I run my hand over the ledge where my imaginary canvas now sits.

“It’s perfect,” I announce cheerfully.


Hibiscus helps me bring the chair I found and the easel to the cash register to purchase. I must have a little luck left because my three items add up to $9.50, but as I pull out my crumpled ten-dollar bill, the woman shakes her head.

“No need, honey. You must be the newbie who just arrived to stay in Penny’s vacation home. That place needs some love. Don’t worry about the money,” she decides. I open my mouth to protest, but Hibiscus speaks before I get the chance.

“This is Celeste. Celeste, this is Spring.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” I say, “but I have to pay you. I don’t feel right just taking your things.” I hold out the ten dollars, but she doesn’t move a muscle to accept it.

“I see you have an easel amidst your items. Are you a painter?” she asks. I nod my head. “I’m going to make the assumption that you’re good. You must be because someone who has so little wouldn’t buy an easel unless they were good and they could put it to use. I understand you don’t want to walk away without paying me, but I also don’t want to accept your money, so what about a deal?” she proposes. I don’t comprehend what she’s suggesting, but she clarifies before I need to ask. “Pay me in paintings. You can sell them to me in the future, and I will put them up for sale here, so we both make money.” She smiles and waits for my response.

“That sounds wonderful! Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say,” I squeal excitedly. “You’re too kind.”

“No need to thank me,” she insists. “We help one another out here. This town is a family, and you just so happen to be its newest member.”

My eyes fill with tears as I experience an emotion I’ve never felt before: acceptance. I nod my head to her in thanks, and Hibiscus starts to gather my items to take back to the house.


“Where do you want to go next?” Hibiscus asks as we walk down the street. “I can show you around town and introduce you to people.”

Still overwhelmed by the amount of color around me, it takes me a few seconds to reply. “Could you take me to the park? I passed several on the way here, and they look so lovely.”

“One park coming right up!” Hibiscus proclaims. “We have a few, but I’ll take you to my favorite.”


As we arrive at the park, I understand why Hibiscus claimed it as his favorite. Trees, bushes, and flowers adorn virtually every inch of it, and the few buildings that house activities for pets or small children are painted beautiful shades of green. Hibiscus grabs both of us some ice cream from the truck parked outside the park’s entrance, and we sit on a bench to enjoy it.

“So, what did you do for fun growing up?” Hibiscus asks as he takes a lick of his popsicle.

“Mostly painted,” I answer. “There wasn’t much to do considering I was cooped up inside all the time. I also read a bit, but my paintings kept me occupied the most. What about you?”

“Anything, really. Although, soccer was, is, my absolute favorite. I played on my school’s team until I graduated. Now I only play when I have a day off, well, minus today.” He chuckles. “Work takes up most of my time.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m in law enforcement. The hours are crazy, but I enjoy what I do, so it’s worth it. My best friend, Amethyst, is actually my partner. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“What’s he like?” I ask.

Hibiscus’ eyes focus on the opposite end of the park, and he says, “Speak of the devil. You’re about to find out.” He points ahead, and I notice a tall, purple man approaching us. I don’t realize I’m staring until a trail of melted ice cream has nearly reached my elbow and Hibiscus hands me a napkin with a smirk.


My heart seems to be beating as quickly as he appears to be approaching us. His thick, shiny hair is slicked back with product, and a few buttons of his shirt are left unbuttoned, exposing a bit of his bare, muscular chest. I notice my palms are sweating despite the cool ice cream cone in my hand.

“Amethyst!” Hibiscus greets. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“I’m on break for twenty minutes and decided to eat my lunch in the park. I noticed you as soon as I walked in.” He glances at me and asks, “Who is this cute little snowflake?” My cheeks feel as though they may melt off any second. I struggle for words, but Hibiscus comes to my rescue.


“Please excuse Amethyst,” Hibiscus explains. “He constantly forgets he’s not a contestant on The Bachelorette. At this point, I’m certain he flirts with even me.” The two look at each other and burst into laughter. Hibiscus then gestures towards me. “This is Celeste. She’s the one I told you would be staying in Penny’s vacation house. She arrived this morning, and I’m helping her settle in and showing her around.”

“It’s nice to meet you, little dove,” he welcomes as he gingerly picks up my hand and gives it a kiss.

“You too,” is all I manage to say. I’m so embarrassed at this point I can barely stand it. He just laughs and looks back at Hibiscus.

“I don’t have much time left for lunch, so I’ll see you two later.” He begins to back up, leaving the conversation, but I quickly (a little too quickly) yell goodbye and wink at him. As soon as I do, I am absolutely mortified. Amethyst just keeps on walking (maybe he didn’t see!?), and Hibiscus gently touches my arm to signal it’s time to leave.


“I can’t believe I winked at him!” I moan as I plop on the bed. Hibiscus joins me because it’s the only place to sit other than the floor.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he laughs.

“See! You’re laughing! It definitely was that bad!” I pick up a pillow and let out another anguished moan into it.

“I assume someone has a little crush?” Hibiscus teases.

“I don’t even know! I’ve never had one of those before. If it means you act like an idiot and embarrass yourself, then that’s probably it.”

“That’s it,” he answers with a laugh. “If it were anyone other than Amethyst, I’d say it was simply because you haven’t seen an actual guy until today, but Amethyst is popular with the ladies. He’s got everything going for him. It would be unusual for you to not act like an idiot around him. Practically every female in this town is after him. Trust me, he’s used to it.”

“So you think he won’t remember I winked at him?” I ask hopefully.

“Nah, he’ll totally remember that. That was a first for him.”

I moan yet again. “Great.”

“Hey.” He moves the pillow away from my face. “I’m just teasing. Don’t worry about it. Amethyst didn’t even bat an eye. He won’t actually remember it a few days from now. Plus, you literally just left your dungeon of a house. You get a free pass for any stupid crap you do.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” he insists. I’ve known Hibiscus for less than a day, but he’s already proving to be just as kind and supportive as Penny.


Hibiscus stays at my new house for a few more hours checking the appliances and plumbing to make sure everything works, and he is just about to leave when the doorbell rings.

“Were you expecting anyone?” he asks while heading to open the door.


“I don’t know anyone,” I reply. I reach the door just as Hibiscus opens it and both of our eyes widen. Several people stand on my front lawn carrying platters of food and balloons. A little banner reading “Welcome to Apple loosa Pie” hangs from my mailbox.

“This was totally Spring’s doing,” Hibiscus interjects amidst the people’s greetings. I stand frozen in my doorway in absolute awe as these wonderful people hand over pies, casseroles, soups, you name it. I’m in so much shock I can’t recall a single name or report how many hugs I received, but I can conclude one thing: I’ve finally found where I belong.


Note: I’ve started school now, so I likely won’t be able to post as frequently. I’m going to spend the next few weeks playing things by ear, but based on the way things are looking so far, I may need to revamp the way I post and rely on shorter posts on Tumblr. It’s not what I want to do, but I haven’t had a second of free time since school started. It’s literally been waking up, going to classes, doing homework, and going to bed. I want to continue posting this story, however, so if things continue the way they are, I’ll just switch to the Tumblr method. Thanks for understanding!



Celeste: Chapter 1


“Penny?” I inquire.

“Mmm?” she responds while gently placing my early dinner on my desk.

“You used to travel a lot before you began working for my parents, didn’t you? Did you ever visit a place that, uh, that had people like me?” I wring my hands while eagerly awaiting her reply.

“I,” she stops herself. “I knew you would ask this some day,” she sighs. She pulls up a chair next to me and takes my hands in hers. “Your parents made me promise to never initiate a conversation about this with you, but I suppose I’m not the one who initiated it, am I?” she smirks. I grin just a she is.

“No, I suppose you didn’t.” I fidget in my seat while she begins to gather her thoughts.

“To answer your question, yes, there is a place where berries live in peaceful acceptance. There are many places, actually. Some towns are comprised of mostly berries, like Sugar Valley, while others, such as Apple loosa Pie, have berries and vanillas alike,” she explains. My mind lingers on her words.


“So my parents are wrong!” I practically jump out of my chair. “It’s just them who dislike berries!”

“Careful, now,” Penny starts. “Your parents aren’t right, but they’re not wrong, either. There are many places that accept and celebrate berries, Celeste, but Sunset Valley is not ones of those places. It’s really not one of those places,” she grimaces.

“But you live in Sunset Valley, and you’re not like my parents!” I protest.

“Yes, dear, but I wasn’t born here. I can assure you that all the years I’ve lived in Sunset Valley, I haven’t met someone who feels as I do.”

“You weren’t born here? Where were you born? I always assumed-”


“A little town called Apple loosa Pie,” she winks. My eyes grow wide as I realize Penny has not only seen, but grown up with berries. She starts to get up from her chair, but I stop her.

“Wait! Please, tell me more, Penny. I’ve never seen a berry before in my life, let alone another person outside of this household. What are they like?” I’m nearly yelling at this point I’m so excited. Penny has the ability to tell me everything about people who are just like me; she has the ability to be my key to the outside world — the world I’ve always desired.

“Why don’t you go see for yourself? It’s only two hours away.” She smiles as she shuts my bedroom door, and I stare at my plate entirely dumbfounded. How does she expect me to see for myself? I’ve never been allowed to leave the house! Unless…


“Absolutely not,” my mother states, unfazed by my proposal. “You could be seen leaving or returning to the estate. I refuse to risk the embarrassment.” She places another vase of flowers on the coffee table with a huff and looks back at me with annoyance. “I can’t believe you would even have the audacity to ask me such a thing.”

“But all I’m asking for is a chance to be myself! I’ve never asked you for anything before! Please, just let me visit Apple loosa Pie. I promise I will never ask you for anything ever again.” I look my mother in the eyes and search for any inkling of kindness towards me. She opens her mouth to speak, and I lose all hope before she utters her first word.


“Celeste, the answer is no. Your father and I already have to live with the embarrassment that you’re our daughter. There is no way in hell I’m going to potentially sacrifice our social standing simply because you want to run off with other berries.” She smooths the front of her dress and turns away from me, beginning to leave the room. “Now, go back to your room and be quiet. Your father and I are hosting a party tonight, so you know the drill.” She gives me a stern look and makes her way to the kitchen to ensure the appetizers are well-prepared.

My mother is right; I do know the drill. The drill is why I had an early dinner. When company is over, I hide away in my bedroom and pretend I don’t exist. When I was little, my parents attempted to treat it like a game, but I soon understood that they just didn’t want me to be seen or heard. Well, tonight I was going to be both.



As I walk down the hallway, I can hear the murmurs of my parents’ guests downstairs. My palms are sweaty, my stomach is in terrible knots, and I feel as if I cannot move, but I know I am because I hear my heels clicking on the floor. When I reach the top of the staircase and catch a glimpse of a woman dressed in green, I almost run. What are you doing, Celeste? I take a deep breath and wish with all my heart that I had Penny to help me do this, but I don’t. It is imperative to keep Penny ignorant; I don’t want her to face the consequences of my actions.

I take a few steps back and lean against the corner of the wall, gazing out the window. Millions of tiny, white specks dot the sky, lighting up an otherwise dark landscape. I smile to myself as I recall how fascinated I always was with stars, as well as the countless hours I spent with my beloved telescope. When I was a child, I used to beg my parents to let me spend one night in our backyard to gaze up at the sky, but they always refused.

It’s thoughts like these that make me loathe them both so much. I haven’t lived my entire life solely due to their vanity. But, I promised myself one thing when I talked myself into this: I am going to start living today.


Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I confidently approach the staircase, and the guests’ voices become clearer.

“Your daughter is absolutely wonderful, Lorraine. She speaks so eloquently, and her skills with the piano? Absolutely exquisite,” the woman I saw earlier compliments. “You raised a true beauty.”

“Why, thank you, Illiana,” my mother replies. “Alexander and I are truly blessed. Alaine certainly feels pressured to succeed, being an only child and all, but we remind her every day that her father and I are proud.”

“I’m happy to make them proud,” Alaine adds. “Their love and encouragement is why I am who I am. They’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed or wanted. Well, except a sister!” Alaine smiles bashfully and playfully teases my mother, resulting in laughter from both her and Illiana.

“Why did you never have more children?” Illiana asks. Before my mother can answer, I handle that for her.

“She did,” I announce loudly, although I hear my voice tremble slightly.


Alaine is the first to notice me, and she looks completely shocked.

“Mother!” she whispers urgently. “Look!” My mother’s eyes slowly drift my way, and it takes her a few seconds to register who is in front of her, but once she does, she looks horrified. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing audible escapes. I walk straight up to the woman my mother addressed as Illiana and repeat myself.

“She did. My name is Celeste, and I am Lorraine’s first daughter.” Illiana glances at my mother, who unintentionally confirms my statement with the look on her face.

“Is this true?” Illiana questions, a look of disgust already forming on her face. The rest of the guests begin to turn their heads our way as it becomes clear what is unfolding.

“Why do they have a berry in their house?”

“Did she just claim she’s their daughter?!”

“Look at her, positively revolting!”

I try to ignore the whispers around me and stand my ground, but I can already feel the tears fighting to spill down my cheeks.

“Yes, it’s true,” I persist. “They may be disappointed in me, but I am their daughter. They’re not pure vanillas as they claim to be, and there is nothing wrong with that.” A series of gasps fill the room, and my mother finally breaks her silence.

“You never have been, and never will be, our daughter! Alaine is our daughter, our only child, and you are just a sack of berry filth!” My mother’s eyes are filled with intense rage, but I don’t back down.


“Alaine was only brought into this mess because you weren’t satisfied with me! You brought her in as a replacement, and to be honest, if I were her, I would feel just as much hatred towards you as I do for that reason alone.”

“You’re just jealous!” Alaine snaps. “You’re jealous because I’m exactly what they want, and you’re not!”

“No,” I pause. “No, Alaine, all you are is what they needed to cover up the disgrace of having me, and I feel sorry for you that they used you in that way.” Alaine appears taken aback and removes herself from any further conversation, but I’m not finished with my mother. “Really, though. You are that concerned about how other people think of you that you would throw away your own daughter? Do you have any idea how that feels?”

“Do you have any idea how it feels to have a disappointment for a child?”

“No, but I know exactly what it feels like to have disappointments for parents,” I retort. At this point, my father is finally about to say what is on his mind, as he was originally attempting to shoo the guests to another room, but I am done. I turn on my heel and march right back up to my bedroom, leaving my parents to deal with the guests as they begin filtering back into the room.

I worry about more of the nasty whispers echoing through the halls as I fall onto my bed distraught, but my muffled sobs drown out any other noise.



Later that night I return downstairs to find a small bite to eat, but I unfortunately come across my parents.

“Celeste, we were just about to retrieve you,” my father says.

“Retrieve me?” I respond, puzzled. I then notice the small suitcase by the door and begin to feel uneasy. I glance towards my mother, but she refuses to so much as look at me. She remains entirely silent.

“After the stunt you pulled tonight, your mother and I decided that we are done caring for you. You’ve ruined us enough, so there is no point in keeping you here because there isn’t any secrecy to maintain. You’re no longer welcome here, Celeste. You need to leave.”

I’m so angry and hurt and scared that I am unable to form words. My mother simply slips past me and retreats upstairs, and my father gestures towards the suitcase and scowls.

“I want you out,” he demands. He then follows my mother without a second thought. I don’t know what to say or do, so I just stand there, unmoving. “Now!” my father bellows. I quickly stuff the few items spilling out of the suitcase inside and hurry out the door.


The ground softens beneath my feet as I walk across the grass, the night air tickles my neck, and the stars I always desperately wished to gaze upon smile down on me. The freedom I dreamt of is finally mine, though not as I pictured or wanted it. My mind is racing as I try to figure out what to do when Penny comes frantically running outside. She catches up to me as I reach the sidewalk.

“Celeste!” Her eyes fill with tears instantly. “Oh, honey, I wish you would have told me what you were going to do.”

“I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t.” My throat tightens and my voice turns hoarse. “Penny, I’m so scared. I know I always wanted this, to leave the estate, but I have nowhere to go! I don’t have a single penny to my name. How am I supposed to do this?”

“Celeste, you’ve always had a penny.” She gestures to herself and I let a half-hearted laugh escape my mouth at the expense of her cheap joke. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How could you possibly know that?” I wipe a stubborn tear from the corner of my eye and notice Penny pull a wad of cash out from her pocket.

“This should be enough to get you where you’re going,” Penny explains.


“I’ve called up some friends of mine. I own a small vacation home, and I trust them enough to keep the keys and watch the place while I’m not around. The house is now yours. When you get there, find Hibiscus. He is their son, and he said he’d help you get settled. You’re going to be okay, Celeste.”


I’m utterly speechless and search for words, but Penny pulls me into a comforting hug. I cannot comprehend how much Penny has done for me, as well as what she is doing for me right now.

“Penny, I don’t know what to say. What are you going to do? I don’t want my parents to take their anger out on you.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. You need to get going if you’re going to meet Hibiscus on time.” Penny pulls out of our hug and gestures towards the taxi that is approaching the estate.

“But, Penny. Where exactly am I going?”

“You’re going to Apple loosa Pie, my dear.”

Unique Blogger Award!


I was nominated by sensationaltragedy for the Unique Blogger Award! Thank you so much! I just started posting (I only have one post out), so I really appreciate this!

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In my own little corner

In my own little chair

I can be whatever I want to be

On the wing of my fancy

I can fly anywhere

And the world will open its arms to me


The lyrics to my favorite musical, Cinderella, dance around my bedroom and chase away the ever-growing silence. I like to believe what the words say, that I can be whatever I want to be, and the world would be welcoming. When I am painting, those words are blissfully true; I can express myself and simultaneously travel wherever my heart desires. But in reality? Oh, no. In reality, I’ve never been welcome. I’ve never been able to be what, or rather who, I want to be or go wherever I wish to go. I’ve never been able to go anywhere for that matter.


For nearly twenty years, I have never left my family’s estate in Sunset Valley. It is a beautiful town, but I have only ever seen it through my window or through the spaces in our towering fence when I am allowed to go outside, which is not often. In my entire life, I have never had a single friend. Well, actually, that isn’t true. I have one friend, our housekeeper, Penny. Throughout my childhood, Penny served as both my nanny and my tutor, but now that I am grown, she is simply my friend and closest confidante.


Penny has never looked at me the way my parents and sister have. When Penny looks at me, I can see it in her eyes that she loves me just the way I am. When my parents look at me, all I see is their blatant disappointment in the fact that their child is a berry.


For several years after my parents married, they struggled to conceive a child. They nearly gave up on their dream of being parents before my mother finally became pregnant with me.They were so thrilled and couldn’t believe the baby they’d yearned for for so long was finally coming. Except, I was not that baby. The second I was delivered and the doctor handed me to my mother, my parents’ faces turned as white as my natural skin, and eyes, and hair…


They were horrified that I’d inherited genes from a “disappointing” generation in their lineage. They’d always been disgusted by the knowledge that both of their families had mixed with berries, and in their eyes, tainted a pure, vanilla bloodline. I was a living, breathing reminder of their disgust, and they wouldn’t have it. They locked me away in our large home, pretended I didn’t exist, and adopted another little girl, one who wouldn’t expose their darkest family secrets.


My sister, Alaine, grew up with everything I was supposed to have. Loving, doting parents, slumber parties, BBQs, vacations to the beach, trips to the park, and everything else that a normal childhood would entail. She is their pride and joy, and I am the reminder that they are not as perfect as they wish they were.


I’ve never understood why my parents are so embarrassed by my looks and the fact that I am a berry. They try to convince me that everyone feels this way about “my kind” and that they are doing me a favor by hiding me away and protecting me from people’s prejudice. But, I know deep down that if Penny feels love towards me, surely there are people out there who feel the same? Surely there are other berries out there who look like me or are beautiful shades of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, and purples, and are celebrated for the color they bring into the world!


However, I have been cooped up in this house for my entire life, and I don’t know for a fact that Penny isn’t just one individual, isolated blessing that life afforded me. Perhaps my parents are right. Perhaps everyone in this town would hate and shun me. Perhaps I would never be accepted here and would be even more miserable as a member of this community than I am a prisoner of this house. These realizations terrify me, but I don’t want my own little corner anymore like the song expresses; I want my own little world, and I’m set on finding it.


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