BC: The End | By: Joe Burnett, Charity Reed, Imani Coleman, Adrian Outten, and Chase Meusel
FC: Lily's Scrapbook
1: When I was thirteen years old, I began selling peaches in the peach stand.
2: Rosaleen got excited about seeing President Johnson signing the Civil Rights Act on T.V.
3: This is the general store where I saw the honey that led me to Ms. August.
4: Diary Entry | Dear Diary, It feels strange being in the honey house alone at night. I miss the sound of Rosaleen’s snoring the way you’d miss the sound of ocean waves after you’d gotten used to sleeping with them. I guess you could say I was beginning to get a bit paranoid, because I peeled off every bit of my clothing and lay on the damp sheets. I liked the feel of nakedness. It was smooth and had a feeling of a certain freedom to it, as if I had just been released from the confinements that clothing had on me, as if my whole body was suddenly able to take a deep breath. At some point when I was finally able to drift to sleep, my dreams took me to an unexpected place. I’d dreamt that I heard a truck pull up in front of the honey house. It was Zach’s. The thought of it being him made my breath speed up. My dreams took me from Zach to hungering for my mother. The night is the time where the weird things in life come out to walk among us.
5: Boatwright's pink house.
6: August found a whale pin and white gloves that belonged to my mother when she stayed at the Boatwright's pink house.
7: We covered the Black Madonna in Honey during the Mary Day ceremony.
8: Dear Diary, Today was the day. The day that I was going to talk to August, I was going to actually do it. But then Zach came walking up to me and asked me if I wanted to go to town with him. I protested at first, but then eventually gave way to him. All we were supposed to do was make a delivery of honey into town. But then Zach ran into some his friends and that's when things took a turn for the worse. One stupid boy who decided to pitch his coke bottle at a group of white men, who obviously hated colored people with all their might, is the reason why Zach is in jail. I had to walk back to the pink house because everyone in town was gone by then, and I couldn’t drive because Zach had the keys in his pocket. When I walked into the drive way August hugged me tightly, telling me how much she was worried. So now everyone is keeping Zach’s arrest from Miss May. August thinks that it would hurt her heart too much to handle. | Diary Entry
9: Zach is one-third friend, one-third brother, one-third bee partner, one-third boyfriend. | Zach gave me this notebook! I love it!
12: After May's death, I became the new keeper of the Wailing Wall.
13: My mother and I had to read this poem by Robert Frost when we were in elementary school.
14: This is my corkboard that I have at the Boatwright's House!
16: Dear Diary, Tragedy is what you could call it. A terrible loss is what we’ve just experienced. Ms. May killed herself last night. She found out about Zach being arrested, and just as August predicted it was too much for Ms. May to handle. For a whole five minutes Ms. May seemed to have entered a different world. August gently slapped her face trying to bring her back to us. Still she didn’t move, or speak. It wasn’t until June began to pat her face with a wet towel, then slowly she came back to us. "I’m alright," said Ms. May. "I think I’m gonna go to the wall." August then replied, “Oh, well I’ll come with you.” “No August. I wanna be alone” Well of course none of us thought it would be a problem considering how she’d gone out to the wall by herself so many times before. But after an hour or so, after Ms. May still hadn’t come back inside for her bath, August began pacing. And after 30 minutes of pacing she finally decided we’d go out to look for Ms. May. | Diary Entry
17: I miss Ms. May so much! | When we found her, it wasn’t the way we’d thought it’d be at all. Ms. May was submerged under the water of the creek with a river stone on top of her. The thought of Ms. May lying under the water breathing just letting the water fill her lungs made my chest throb. There was the woman who knew and loved my mother... dead.
18: Dear reader, My name is Lily Owens. I am 19 years old now and my family history goes way back to when my mother left me, but eventually came back for me. When she came back, I killed her with a gun unexpectedly. My “father”, T Ray, makes me knell on grits whenever I do something bad. I have a nanny named Rosaline. She reminds me of my biological mother. One day Rosaleen and I were stopped by 3 white men and they called her names because she wanted to register herself to vote. She spit snuff on their shoes and she was sent to jail, so I had to get her out and we ran away and escaped. We came up to find a pink house with 3 women living there. Their names were: August, May, and June Boatwright. They took care of us, until May died. After May’s death everything was different. August acted strange and June went off with her fiancé, Neil. When we got used to the fact of May’s death, everything went back to normal. T Ray found Rosaleen and I one day, and he broke into the house. He wanted me to come back with him, but he saw that I was wearing a pin on my shoulder and he recognized it because it was my mother’s when she was still alive. | Letter To The Reader
19: He was startled by the fact that I was wearing it because he was the one who gave my mother the pin. He asked how I got it and I told him the whole story. He didn’t believe it at first, but August and Rosaleen overheard everything and came out to tell T Ray that I should stay with them. He finally gave up and let me stay and went out the door mad and confused. Currently, I work with August by collecting honey from the bee hives. I also work with Zach out in the fields because August wants us to get new bee hives. June comes over once every 2 weeks, and she brings August a pair of gloves every time because she is collecting them now for some reason. August and June wants Zach and I to get married, but we never thought about that because I just want him to be my bee partner. I have a pretty good life because I have an amazing job and the best family I could ask for. Sincerely, Lily Owens