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v. Roses

|| last one. i swear this was all updated in less than twenty minutes O.O it;s scary. i know i should be writing rescue but my mind is blank -literally. so well, happy reading. lol ||

[F I V E]

Now people are beginning to leave with smiles on their faces. I don’t understand why.

Because they were always seeing the same thing, can’t they get tired? I would be tired because I was looking as something so random.

They just went directly to the known flowers instead of the undiscovered ones. New species can be found, but they won’t care because they are in love with the other ones.

Maybe they are afraid of something strange? Of a change?

I don’t know because I don’t have psychic powers. I wish I had; to know what they think when they see me.

Are they intrigued enough to be with me?

As they leave, people start looking around. Fifteen people are in a circle hanging around and laughing next to the roses. What the hell? I don’t understand.

And for a while, I stay there, staring at them. I glance at the other million of flowers they could have seen but no-oh, they had to be next to the pathetic roses.

I find myself walking towards them, fists clenching. Why didn’t somebody do this with me? Was it that difficult?

“Excuse me,” I say in a low voice. No one notices me at all. I’m not tall or blond like my sister. I do not have green eyes like her. I don’t have the perfect fashion sense or the blinding smile.

“Excuse me,” I say louder, making some turn to look at me. Not everyone though, they just keep talking. “Can you listen to me, please?” I say, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

When they finish with their gossiping, I clear my throat. I hold my chin high, with a proud smile and authority radiating off of me.

“How is this place called?” I ask, eyeing all of them.

“Why?” One man laugh and everyone else laughs with him.

“I asked something, it would be nice if you answered.”

“Exotic Flowers.”

“Exactly,” They all look at me confused. “You weren’t looking for the exotic flowers, you just stood where all roses and lilies are.”

“What?” One of them says bluntly.

“If you noticed, there are other flowers apart from the roses,” I say and extend my hand. “There, is the real magic of this garden.”

“Do you care?”

“Enough to give advice.”

But just six of the fifteen walks over to the others. I guess it was going to be the same with me.

They will still love Rose even though there are other people better. It just needed attitude and power to make people realize. Why do they stay there?

What makes Rose Miller especial? What does she has that I don’t?