FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 05 (Slight Edit)

As Charla started to leave St. Helens she paused when seeing another student watering the plants, the girl had dark tanned skin and black hair. And she looked to be a year younger then Charla. She was humming some type of song as she looked at the flowers.

Charla then noticed the flowers that she was watering and found herself walking to the flowers and mainly stared at them. "Did you plant these?" Charla asked causing the girl to jump; she turned to look at her with dark brown eyes and short curly black hair.

"I uh..."

"Sorry," Charla said quickly. "I didn't mean to scare you, I was just wondering about the flowers and if you were the one who planted them."

"O-oh, no I didn't plant them, an upper-classmen did. I just take care of them." she said as Charla knelt down and looked at them closer. "Do you like flowers?" the girl asked almost hesitantly.

"I don't particularly like them, but I don't dislike them ether. Guess you could say I'm on the fence about how I feel about flowers."

"Really?" the girl said as she crouched down next to her, Charla became silent as she looked at them completely unmoving as she stared. The girl on the other hand looked at Charla almost perplexingly. "Are you new? A number of the first years keep talking about a girl who transferred in for the second year class."

Charla glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the flowers. "Yeah, that's me. I don't get why everyone is talking about it like it's a big event. It's nothing special."

"But it's still pretty rare to have a student come to Sharlton."

Charla sighed. "Yeah that's what I keep hearing..."

The girl looked back to the flowers. "I know there was one last year and she's a third year now. But she's not that nice, kind of stuck up if you ask me; I think she came from another city." The girl then realized that Charla was now staring at her causing her to stammer as she waved her hands in front of herself in an apologetic manner. "N-not that being from the city is something bad or that you're stuck up or anything!"

Charla remained quiet as she continued to stare.

"Uh... I'm sorry." the girl said with a dejected tone as she quickly hid her face.

"Why?"

The girl looked at her with confusion. "Huh?"

"Why are you sorry for your opinion? It's nothing to feel bad about."

"Well..." the girl began with slight hesitance. "It's just after dealing with that girl and her older brother I began to think that anyone from a major city is like that. But I know it isn't right to judge people solely on something from one encounter."

She must have had one hell of a bad experience. Charla thought. "I don't think it's bad, besides, it's normal to have a type of prejudice on something you aren't sure of. But just because you have it doesn't mean you shouldn't base everything on it," she looked back to the flowers. "Like these flowers, I don't really like this type of flower myself, but that doesn't mean I hate all flowers, it's just that this one type always reminds me of something I know I won't ever be able to forget no matter how hard I want too." she gave a half uneasy smile to the girl. "But just because of that doesn't mean I will hate every plant."

The girl looked back at the flowers in question. "So I guess flowers are like people then?"

Charla laughed slightly. "Heh, yeah I guess they are."