Her favorite color was yellow and her favorite flowers were daisies. Pretty little white flowers with a small yellow center. Her name was Emily. She was fragile, like the small daisy. Every day she wore her hair in braids and skirts on her tiny waist and ballet flats on her feet. She wore something yellow every day and she kept pressed daisies in her school binders. She sang in the school choir and otherwise didn't speak. She sat in the corner of each classroom and spent every day writing and drawing in a yellow journal.
Her best friend's favorite color was yellow and his favorite flowers were daisies. Puny bleached flowers with an ugly yellow center. She didn't have a name. She was weak, like the insignificant flower. Every day she wore her hair in braids because she was too exhausted to do anything else with it and skirts on her tiny waist because her thighs were too sickeningly thin to wear jeans and ballet flats on her feet because any other shoes were too heavy for her weak legs. She wore something yellow every day and kept pressed daisies in her school binders because of her friend. She sang in the school choir because she sang to her friend and otherwise didn't speak because she didn't have the energy. She sat in the corner of each classroom so the other students wouldn't see her cry and spent every day writing and drawing stories and pictures for her dead best friend in his yellow journal.
