Fun in the Sun!!!

I bend down to search the bright pink peonies embedded into the cool fertile earth with roots strong and full. As I pick the best, I feel the sun hit my forehead making sweat glisten and drip down my rough face. I hear my mom call me from the porch but I ignore the faint sound of her quiet voice. As I use my shovel to dig up the dull, moist soil I hear a loud crisp clank hit my tool, the sound of hard metal. I jump up becoming jittery and nervous to this unfamiliar, piercing sound. I the curiously dig through the dirt with my already filthied hands. I sort through the dirt to feel an object, one that is a rock of some sort. It is smooth, edges round, and luminous in the light. I dust off the thin layer of deep brown grime that engulfed the rock into its unattractive tresses. Once uncovered the color is revealed, radiant, and gold with yellowed undertones that seep through the surface of the rock. I doubt the authenticity of the unknown substance. It can't be gold, I think to myself, can it? I slowly bring the rock towards my mouth to bite into it. As I do my boney white teeth hit the rock and I hear a pop, my braces have broke. Well it must be real gold I say to myself. I yell to my mom who is still waiting for me to come inside. She runs out as if something is wrong but then quickly notices the gold nugget that was cradled in my hands. She stops in astonishment, moving her mouth she says a couple of words under her breath in shock. She quickly walks over to me now and asks a million questions. I tell her what happened and that it broke one of my brackets as I bit into it. Her turns from curious into a big smile and says, "Well we are gonna have to get that fixed." My mom then reaches over to grab the nugget in which it is still not fully clean. She examines it for a few moments and then finally bites into it. I hear a crack then as her mouth releases from the nugget I see a white something that looks like porcelain in her mouth and an empty hole where it belongs. I stutter to tell her but I tell her that she chipped her tooth. "At least we know its real," exclaims my mom with excitement from the discovery of the nugget. "I guess we will have to get that fixed too," I say.