The AppleTree

Apple Mollinue has always been intrigued by the apple tree at the bottom of the garden, ever since she realised that it was the reason for her name.

Harvey Comice recently moved house and his parents are desperately trying to get him to make friends with the new neighbours.

One girl. One boy. But what will happen when their paths cross in the presence of the mysterious apple tree???


2. Harvey

"Harvey, come and help me move these last boxes in please!" called my mum from down the stairs. I finished my daydream and rushed downstairs to help her. We recently moved house, so all week it's been back and forth, back and forth, carrying boxes and crates of all sizes from the removal lorry to the house. It's been chaos! Dad has been flustering over whether he should put the tumble dryer in the kitchen or the laundry room, mum has been trying to sort out all the junk from the stuff to keep, and me? Well, I've been sitting in my new room (not yet decorated or furnished) looking through the window and daydreaming. I've been fascinated by the new neighbours. All up the road, everyone seems really interesting, not at all like our old home. We used to live in a neat, semi-detatched house with perfectly trimmed lawns and hedges, and everybody up the road were all so... boring. They wore suit jackets or pencil skirts and ironed blouses day in and day out. They didn't have any children for me to play with. They didn't allow ball games so I had to keep myself occupied inside with the xBox and wii, which my mum completely loathed. That's why we moved. My parents decided that I needed to socialise and have some fresh air rather than being cooped up inside day after day trying to kill some virtual zombies. I was perfectly happy with this. I liked being outside. It helped me think. And I definitely needed some company. So that's why I love it here. No neat hedges, the gardens are a mess, there are all sorts of people, from the over-friendly old men to the drunk couch potatoes with giant beer-bellies. I just new I was going to have fun here...

As I placed the last, heaviest box onto the kitchen floor, I heard a knock (or rather, a violent thump) at the door. I cautiously opened it to find a large man standing on our doorstep. He didn't look too happy.

"Umm, hello Sir?" I tremoured, my face sounding dangerously close to that of a girl.

"Yes. I'm Mr Mollinue. I live next door. Who are you?" he demanded bluntly.

"Well, I'm new, I only just moved here. I'm called Harvey, Sir." I replied, staring at the large fists that looked like they could crush my head in with so much as a pat on the head. This was certainly not the kind of person I had hoped would be my new neighbour.

"Right. Bye." declared the figure before me, and so he turned around and began pacing back to his own house. Well, I guess you could call that a warm welcome. If you were partially deaf in both ears and had couldn't see out one eye, and had just escaped from a mental asylum. Maybe moving here hadn't been such a good idea after all... 


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