Heliotrope: represents endless love. Often seen as a symbol for eternal love, heliotropes have endured over time to remain a symbol for undying love and passion. Heliotropes are also recognized in different religions as a symbol of salvation and devotion.
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I saw my britght green eyes in the reflection of the mirror, I've just woken up. I brush my teeth and go in my room, I put on my headphones and listen to soft music.I was so used to hearing loud metal, er rock, my dad would play his drums in the back with his friends, he was trying to start a band.
though my headphones I hear a knock at the door. I get up and open it, there was a Dandelion on my front porch. Nothing, just a Dandelion, i pick it up knowing who left it there.
but how did he know where I live, I live in, like, trashy trailer park, I have an accual house. We don't own it, but it's still ours. I close the door, a dandelion not the 'blow' kind but the yellow part, I sit and spin it around in my fingers.
I put the flower in between my messy red hair. I like the gift but, it's a little weird, were did Damen get my adderess?
Monday, shcool is really fun, I get to see all my friend and play. I ride the bus to school, Dad dosen't drive. I did my hair, I had butterfly clips and my hair was fluffy and I put the curls in two buns on each side of my head, like a bear.
I also had the flower in my hair, I think it looked nice. I waited for Damen to get onto the bus, just waiting for each stop like he might get on.
I've waited and waited, and as it turns out Damen is the very last stop, he's last the get off and to get on. he sat next to me, of course, because he didn't have anybody else to sit next to him.
I've never really noticed him, but he's going to the school since first grade, like me, but I've never noticed. I think maybe I'm not good, I mean, I'm just now noticing people that I've never have before.
Me and Damen walk in the school together, he hesitates to follow me talking to me about the Myosotis arvensis.
The flower is most known as Forget-Me-Nots,"Myosotis arvensis, are my favourite, because of what they mean- or one of the meanigs."
"What's that?" I say sitting down at a table, he sits next to me."faithfullness, basically if someone gifts you them, one of sevral meanings but, it means they trust you. A flower that means that you're trustworthy, that's why I like them." he explains with a happy voice.
"What are you doing, Ava?" Harley slammed her hands on the table we were at. "I was waiting for you guys."
"Cool." She grabs my arm and drags me over to the table,"Henry and James, were talking to Melody today on the bus."She whispered as Pella, sat at the table with us, she had an upset face.
"What?" I asked Harley not understanding what was going on,"Well, Pela like-likes Henry, I like Henry's brother, Jason, and you like James." Harley explained a little peeved that I asked. "Oh, my gosh, Ava. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, right. Yeah I remember." I had forgotten we all planned it out, we would be this big group of friends that would go on double dates er- something.
That was something Pella made up, but I did have a big crush on James, he has the cutest hair cut, and the prettiest eyes.
"I'm just so upset that he would cheat on me, before we even started dating, like." Pella complained.
"Yeah, James even said that he liked Melody's hair."
"Wait, really? He said that?" I said getting into it.
"Yeah, I told him and Henry that he shouldn't be talking to other girls when they're dating you guys already, like, what."
"Yeah, and Henry said that he wasn't you're boyfriend, like, yeah he is!"
"He is!" Pella repeated."And I'm surprised that you still like him Ava." Pella looked at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, getting on her nerves.
"Um, duh! James said he likes Melody's hair. You and Melody have, like, two different hairs. Obviously James doesn't like your hair." The teachers called us to get to class as we walk down the hall, Pela discussed a sleepover at Harley's house.
Class starts, its boring as always. We get a paper packet And we have to listen to the teacher frantically explain numbers, or which way a lower case B gose so we didn't get it confused with D's.
I never had a problem with any of it, though I can think its boreing, i still did good. My grades were A's and B's.
Afternoon we'd have lunch, than we'd go to other classes like art or PE. And at the very end of the day we'd have reses.
Harley, Pela and I went down to the swings. I snuck away to see Damen once I saw him behind a tree.
I sat next to him, behind the tree. He hands me a dandelion,"The shape of this plant's leaves resembles a lion's tooth." I look down at the dandelion,"that's why the French named it Dandelion." He points to the leaves, I was shocked, it kind of looks like a cat tooth.
Behind me I could hear James voice, he was talking to his friends. His voice was so nice, it was like looking at the sky.
"The mean of the dandelion is Strength." He continued to speak.
"What flower means love?" I asked thinking of James.
"Well, the majority of the flowers basically mean love or true love but, the one that beats the rest is Heliotropium, or Heliotrope."
"Heliotrope? What does that mean?"
"Heliotrope means endless love, never ending.Derives from the old idea that the inflorescences of these plants turned their rows of flowers to the Sun." He said nervously.
"Really? Where do I get them?"
"Peru?" He answered.
I sighed, looking at the dandelion. "Do dandelions mean love?"
"Legend has it that, if you can blow all the seeds off a dandelion with a single breath, than the person you like will like you back." He answered me, I jump up smiling, I hug him.
He's helped me now, I know now if James likes me back!
The teachers blow their whistle, we go in and get packed up, to leave. Over the weekend every single day Damen gives me a dandelion, and at the sleep over at Harley's, they did my hair.
They ruined my hair they've brushed all my curls out, straightened it to the point where my head hair looks like brown carpet. And once I got home, dandelions on my front step.
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