I went back to school the next day.
I found a bunch of candytuft's on my desk.
Great.
Their hidden meaning?
I couldn't care less.
Which is ironic since you care enough to give me flowers.
I felt sad.
I wondered who gave them to me.
I looked around the room,
But no one was there.
I threw the flowers in the bin since I had no use for them.
The teacher as well as the other students walked into class.
They sat down like normal,
And nothing else hurtful happened that day.