A field of lavender as far as the eye could

A field of lavender as far as the eye could see, and the mistral cast waves upon it, a tempest of purple. This, thought Amien is like me, and felt at peace unknown to her.

The quiet yet stirring scenery had created a comforting void between Amien and everything else. Her eyes started to gaze off and she felt in a dream full of lavender. Her eyes clos

ed momentarily, but that's all it took. Amien was whisked away into a world of lollipop skyscrapers and Playdoh people. Whenever she tried to say something to any of them, her mout

h sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher to them. Unlike Charlie Brown, neither Amien or any of the others understood Charlie Brown's teacher. Amien said she thought it sounded like

someone attempting to play the tuba with their butt-cheeks, but no one else agreed with Amien's description of the strange sound.

As strongly as everyone disagereed with such an act of nonsense on Amien's behalf, no one uttered a word because he had long been known as the bully of the town. He had been

insulting people left and right; a "fatty" here, a "uggo" there. The townspeople did their best to feign offense at his remarks. "Oh, Amien is such an effective bully! I feel bad!'

, even to Margo Twinchley." Amien sighed, politely of course, his impossible situation looming in his thoughts. Unable to insult even the highly sensitive Twinchley, he decided to

let bygones be bygones, particularly since there was not a damn thing he could do. He extended his hand to Margo, who gasped in surprise. She shook his hand & said, "I'm sorry".