A Reject

Flower Girl

Sorry for not updating, I'm not very good at writing stories and rn I'm feeling quite sick. So let's see how far I can get before I throw up.

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The next morning I woke with a start. I had such a peculiar dream. I had dreamed of running in my wolf form, running so fast, chasing someone else. My heart was soaring and just before I caught the mystery wolf, I awoke, gasping for air. It was like I had actually been running.

Stumbling our of bed I tired to communicate with Sage. No answer. I showered and put on a white blouse and a patterned maxi skirt with some floppy sandals. Whenever I wasn't feeling too well I put on my trusty maxi skirt. Don't tell anyone but I feel like I'm not even wearing bottoms and think it's the funniest thing.

I knew that today when I arrived at school I would search for Henry. Tell him those five words. Take me or Leave me.

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Here I was, Standing in front of Deanstown High's blue paint chipped doors. I could almost get lost in the swirls and blotches I imagined forming pictures on the steel barrier. "What if" questions swam through my mind, and I wasn't so sure I had the strength to move my own two feet. Maybe if I stood here long enough the concrete would swallow me up, and I wouldn't have to face my problems, my fears.

"You can do this," I thought. With that small flame of hope, I pushed through the doors and into the halls flooded with werewolf's and humans alike.

Standing. Waiting.

I took one deep breath.

In. Out.

There.

Henry stood at the end of the hall. His piercing gaze locked onto mine. Simotaniously, we both began to walk closer towards each other. It was like a slow motion clip. Like watching a match being throw towards kerosene. But the flame wasn't lit. Not yet.

As we stood in the hall way only inches apart, I whispered those five words.

"Take me or leave me." A bold statement made with glistening eyes and a faltering voice.

Henry didn't say anything, he simply reached into his bag and pulled out a yellow daisy. The petals each had one word written on them.

I'll

Love

You

Georgia,

Forever.

Our eyes met. We didn't hug or cherish in this moment shared by lovers. Lovers laced together with such fragile threads. One wrong move, Henry and I both knew, wouldn't end well.

That week I became his flower girl. Monday was a yellow daisy, connecting us together once again. Tuesday, a lily, one of my favorites. Wednesday, a wild flower, one that grew near my secret surfing cove. Thursday, a tulip, and a bright smile shared between the two of us. Friday, Friday was a rose. Friday I told Henry that I loved him, I didn't know why quite yet. But I knew that it was meant to be.

"Georgia. You're beautiful and not even the most beautiful flower could describe your beauty. Your mine. All mine." Smirking he turned his gaze towards my jeep. Parked in the school parking lot. "When are you going to teach me how to surf?"