Stolen Cherries

I prayed they wouldn't see me. I'd hide between the branches. They had no way of knowing those cherries were all I'd have to eat that day. I knew they'd yell if they saw me. They always did. They'd yell for me to ''Get out of there! '' Like I was a stray dog they found sifting through their garbage. I would just jump down and run home...and wait till I thought they weren't looking. I couldn't blame them. Afterall, they took alot of time pruning and caring for those trees. (lucky trees) The girl that lived there was in my class. She never acted like she knew I ate their cherries. But, I knew she knew. I tried to pick extra once to save some for later when I knew I would be hungry again. But, the bigger kids would take them as soon as I got in the house. That tree was the only ''safe place'' I could enjoy a meal with my little brother. He was only five and he couldn't climb so well. He always needed a boost to get to a good hiding spot in the tree. I hate cherries.