Flowers (one shot)

Chapter 1 Flowers and Shiz, Boi

(Just a quick thing not my best work) (Everyone is named after flowers deal with it my dudes )

The other kids always said that under the old arched bridge there lived a witch in Nightshade Grove.
"It's true." Maybelle once told me.
"I went there and saw some bones around a still smokin' firepit, the meat picked clean off! The witch definitely lives there."
We all shivered, suddenly chilled.
"I bet she eats little children!" Daisy exclaimed, her curly blonde hair bounced delicately. We all chattered nervously.
"Who's to say the witch is a girl?" A boy brought a finger to Daisy's chest.
It was Bergamot, of course, always one to start a fight.
"Witches are always girls, Duh!" Maybelle defended, sticking her tongue out.
"You's boys are just too stupid to know somethin' simple as that."
The two butted heads, as always, leaving Daisy and I to break them up.

Still, I wonder.
With all those warnings--
How did I end up here?

I fold my hands neatly in my lap, as momma always taught, and let my eyes wander around the room.
The house is quite cozy, for being a literally hole in the ground. A small oak table rests in the middle of the room, covered in a cream-white tablecloth. A lonesome orchid in a crystal vase sits in the middle of the table, just starting to wilt. The room is by no means bare, and instead filled to the brim with all sorts of plants and flowers.
They hang from the ceiling and fill bookshelves with a rainbow of colors.
"So" an elegant voice starts from across the table.
The woman, watering can in gentle hands, tilts the spout for the orchid to drink.
"What's your name?"
From beneath a large hat with flowered brim, she smiles kindly. Her blonde hair softly falls into her face as she leans forward expectantly.
Shyly, I shift in my seat and croak
"Chrysanthemum".
"My, that's a mouthful" she brings a hand to her mouths and giggles lightly.
I blush slightly, embarrassed.
She notices this and says
"Chrysanthemums are a very pretty flower; definitely a suiting name for you, little bud."
I look down at my lap and twiddle my thumbs. I'm not used to compliments. The boys in town never really noticed me, they were all too busy chasing girls like Rose and Petunia.
Never did anyone call my bloated, freckled face 'pretty'.
Slowly I lift my eyes and ask
"Now that I've revealed myself, may I ask who you are?"
The woman brings a glass of herbal tea to her mouth and replies
"My name is Nightshade, but I believe the people of your town kindly refer to me as 'Witch'?"