Sister's Short Story

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It was a beautiful mid-summer day.  The sun was shining, there was a light breeze brushing against the branches of the trees making them look as if they were dancing very slowly.  My friends, Olivia, Emilia, and I were in the neighborhood park playing all sorts of games.  The last game we played was hide and seek tag.  We discussed and came to the conclusion of setting the boundaries in which we cannot pass as the four old oak trees standing tall in the four corners of the imaginary rectangle around the park that the trees made.  It was Olivia’s turn to be the seeker, as she begins to count, Emilia and I run as fast we can in opposite directions.  As I hear Olivia count to higher and higher numbers, I soon realized that there was no place for me to hide.  Running out of time, I decided to bend the rules a slight bit and go slightly beyond the set boundaries and go into the forest that is north of the park.  Behind me, Olivia shouts “ready or not, here I come!” and I make a desperate lunge for the nearest bush to ensure that she does not see me.  As I try to catch my breath, I turn and make a little hole in the bush itself, just big enough to peek through and see what is going on in the park.  Several moments later, Olivia spots Emilia hiding under the slide, and shows no mercy when she chased her down and tagged her.  Then the both of them were looking for me.  Trying to make as little movement as possible, I turn around with my back to the bush and took in the beautiful forest scenery.  The chirping of the birds made it calm and soothing; the swaying of the trees permitted a joyful aroma; the sun beams streaked down from the cracks between the leaves in the forest rooftop, giving a heavenly feel.  It was neither too hot, nor too cold, but just right.  The day was perfect.  As I took in the scenery, I noticed something peculiar in the distance.  A flower, no bigger than a common rose, was white in color, and had a slight glow protruding its delicate pedals.  The closer I got to the flower, the more details emerged.  The pedals were shaped more like crystals that you can see through than pedals, the center, visible through the pedals, had a light tint of pink, and the stem seemed to be as sturdy as steel. I stood and stared as the flower had me in awe.  I wanted to touch it.  I got closer and closer, and the closer I got, the colder my hand had gotten.  It was as if there was an invisible ice shield surrounding and protecting the flower.  My finger slowly unraveled and finally touched the flower.  The flower has completely changed its construction.  The sturdy stem shot out from the ground, without any roots, and fell to the ground as a tree that has been cut down by a lumber jack.  The pedals one by one fell off and withered away in such speed, that by the time it was half way to the ground, all that was left of the beautiful crystal-like pedals was just a wrinkled little brown paper bag.  The center completely disappeared from sight.  Afraid and regretful for what I’ve done, I get up on my feet as fast as possible and start running for the park.    I emerged from the bushes of the forest and made my way onto the park grounds.  I called out to Olivia and Emilia whom were at the time looking for me in each and individual tree.  They asked where I had hid as they approached me but I said nothing.  We started to make our ways toward my house, since it was closest, when I received a painful, itching sensation on my wrist.  I scratched it and continued running home, with fear in my heart from what I have seen and done.  I still have not noticed what has caused the painful itching sensation.  I finally made it to my house with my friends a good 50 yards behind me.  My first instinct to do when I have gone through something of this major importance is to tell my brother Max.  Max is a genius scientist.  He has his own laboratory in the basement of our house.  I quickly made my way to the stairs leading to the basement and took three steps down at a time, not even slowing down and taking my time to go down the stairs.  Max was in the corner of the basement, behind a table, working on some chemicals I never bothered to look at.

            “Max! I was in the park and went into the forest and I saw a pretty flower and went to go touch it but when I touched it, it completely died in front of me and now I’m scared!” I quickly told him.