A Blue Rose

A Message

Declana

The day after our little fiasco with Paige, I sat on a chair in my room, staring out the window. I felt bad just leaving Paige alone, but I just really wanted to talk with Keith that day. And I know if Paige was with us, she  just wouldn't understand and would try to change the topic as best she could. But I don't want to make any assumptions yet, maybe she changed. Maybe she will change. Today is Saturday, so I don't have school, and frankly, I'm doing nothing all day. Keith made the boys basketball team in our school because I helped him through extra practices, now he's at practice and I can't go to that one so I can't hang out with him right now.  There's not much to do in my house, even with all the company. Buster flew up on the windowsill in front of me. "Oh Buster," I say, lowering him. I decided to get some fresh air. I go downstairs to get Billy, he needs another walk. At first, I couldn't find him, but them I heard the sneaky laugh of my little sister. "Margaret, I need to take Billy out for a walk, what are you doing to him?" I ask. Margaret walked out of the bathroom with Billy, who was very poofy. "I gave Billy a bath, them hair-dried him," replied Margaret. Billy didn't seem to be that excited. I attached Billy's leash to his collar and walk out the door. "Tell mom and dad I'm taking Billy for a walk!" I call to Margaret. I really needed that fresh air, I've been cooped up inside all day! I go to the park with Billy by my side. We walk by the river, where Keith pushed me in once. Now I laugh at that story. We walked past our school. I wanted to see if practice was over by now and I could talk with Keith. Nobody came out, so I guess it wasn't. We kept on walking. The leftover snow from winter stood still on the ground. About an hour later, we came home. "Billy!" exclaimed Margaret, and ran off with him. I roll my eyes and head upstairs to my room. Buster was still there. He looked confused, and slightly worried. He flew around my room, twice! "Buster calm down! What's the matter with you?" I cried. Then, once Buster got his act together, I noticed something on  the floor, next to my window. It was something shiny, and frankly, blue. I took a closer look. There it was, the most beautiful yet mysterious thing I've ever seen in my life. It was a rose, but it was blue. A blue rose. Beside it was a note. I opened it. 

I like you a lot
As long as the wind blows
My token of appreciation
Is but a humble blue rose

I was flattered, but about a thousand questions spun around my head. How did this get here? How could someone find a blue rose? And most importantly, who was the one who wrote this? Who ever it was it must be someone who likes me. I picked up the blue rose and put it on my shelf. I kept the note too, inside my closet. This is very odd, but I mustn't tell anybody about this. Whoever wrote this note definitely doesn't want it to be all over the news. I decided I will find out who wrote the note by myself. It takes some guts to do this, and I shouldn't disrespect them.  Whoever they are.