The prick

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This time Michael wasn't so eager to race home to see if anything had budded out from under the soil in the pot bowl. In the back of his mind he knew nothing would be there to intrigue his interest. It wasn't until he reached his room that he saw what had awaited him. The flower had surface and to his amazement it was beautiful and big. But how could this be he wondered it was just yesterday and there was no sign of anything of this magnitude awaiting him. He thought to him self that maybe his mother or his uncle were playing some type of joke on him he thought that maybe one of them planting this rose for him just to make him think that he had grew the beautiful flower on his own. Mom he cried out in his high pitch voice.. Come see, come see what I've done. Michael was thirteen years of age and had now reach the point of liking the opposite sex. He particularly had his eye on a lovely young girl named Abby Sinclair.

Michael wanted badly to show Abby just what he had grew for her. He couldn't believe how big the rose had grown. It was at that moment that he wanted to examine the plant up close. He first began to smell the flower fragrance of which he thought was very intoxicating. Michael knew that Abby would love his gift from him. He often day dreamed of the moment he would give it to her in front of everyone in his class. He couldn't wait to see the look on everyone face when he did so. Especially bobby Caldwell of whom he knew like Abby as well.

Michael decided to take a closer look at the plant he didn't want for the flower to have any flaws. This was his one time shot of landing the most popular girl in the school. He began looking closer at the flower he walked around the pot bowl examining the flower every detail. It was at that moment when Michael decided to take hold of the flower stem just to see all the detail he could.
The moment he grab hold of its stalk he was badly pricked by the thorn that the flower produced. "Ouch!" He cried out as blood started to trickle from his finger.
The pain was excruciating Michael had never felt anything so painful before. "Not Until now."

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