"Many eons ago there were these beautiful roses. Many of the few despised the rose's beauty, and curse. So a young elder of an old gardening club took them to another land. Between heaven, and earth. The land is neither heaven, nor earth. It is not evil or wicked.
Because the elder did not poses the roses the elder did not get the beautiful curse. No one has ever possessed the roses. So no one actual knows the curse. So everyone made up what the curse was. They created the
non-existent fears.Eventually most forgot. However the relatives to the male elder... And I says this story unto you, thats the end of english class." The old female teacher told. The bell rang, English was my last period. I took my v.w. motorcycle back home.
I couldn't stop think about what she said. So I went back She was grading papers. I asked her,
"Do these cursed flowers exists? Where can I find them? How do I get to this place?"She smiled eerily, and gave me a small back, and said, "This is yours now, My job is finished....." She elongated her last sentence, and put the graded papers away. We both left.
A few weeks after she sent me a letter. It read "The gardening club: You will be tested to be apart of the club. If you pass you will join, and transfer to our private school. I will pick you up and take you tomorrow. Last day of school." My parents agreed that it would be good.
I woke up, and found that a strange car was outside. They took me to school, and left. I continued my lost day of school. I tried to make it a normal day. But the teacher that was the english teacher said to me, "When you begin to age again is when you find your replacement.
-The replacement persons ranking only goes by there strength. The higher the rank the longer you live young. Come with me early."
We left, and stopped by at my parents house. We said goodbyes, My stuff was already taken. There even my garden, however; my secret house ownership papers were still most likely there.
When I was little my grandfather, my last grandparent. He gave me his house, and land. Along with money. I hid the paper. I wasn't smart enough to hide the money. My mom said a little child wouldn't know how to spend that kind of money.
When I hit fourteen they gave me what was left, eighty thousand. It was barely an twelfth of the money. My moms explanation was that was the exact amount. However my excellent photographic memory reminded me, it was four hundred, and fifty thousand not eighty thousand.
I used some of it for gardening, and some of it on changing my secret property. I still have seventy-four thousand. I took the stuff. Before I could leave mom asked what's that. I carefully lied to her. "It's an old letter from grandpa."
"Give it to me...."" No!!!" I left not letting her touch it. I went in the car, rolled the windows up to a crack, and locked the door. My mom said, "You brat you got land from him, I could have been sleeping in a bigger house."
My last words to her was,
"Ya, and what hag. You claim it's your has like my mysteriously shortened money I got from grandpa. Like my three hundred, and seventy thousand dollars that you took. I don't want you to visit me ever, and........"Before I could finish my dad goes up to the car, and says, "This is what I managed to with hold of your money from her. Sorry it isn't all of it, she used it all on her designer clothes, furniture, and what not.... Roll the window down." I did, and he gave me it, and whispered, "I plan on visiting you."
Ex Mom pulls him by the ear away. He is grinning ear to ear. Saying, "Thief got it coming. You chose a rich husband to be grabby, Stole her daughter money. Is that why your daddy gave his granddaughter his land, and money.
-Not his filthy, greedy, laundering daughter. Hey if you want lots of money work for a strip joint." He stops to push her off, "Oh by the way, as sooooooon as you get your green ass, red eyed, devilness a job your leaving. By the way remember that prenup. When we divorce we both keep our stuff."
I dozed off thinking finally he got rid of the thieving hag. I dozed off because the ride was to long. We stopped in the car in a boat. The other car is here. I went back to sleep.
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