Remember Me?

A Walk Down Memory Lane

Anna's Point of View

"Rose!" Anna pointed towards a particular part of the garden, "Right here!"

Her best friend, Rose, was the only person she cared about. They have been in the toughest situations like: (Somehow Anna couldn't remember but she knew it was a long list). She wanted Rose to see the best rose in the garden. It was velvet red with just the right amount of petals. The olive coloured stem was the thing Anna liked most about the flower: it had no thorns. It would be the most perfect gift for Rose. However, the rose was not supposed to be picked or consequences would happen. Anna was well aware of this because her father was the caretaker of the garden. "They'll never notice" thought Anna, "They have loads of flowers." The carefree girl delicately cut the thornless stem and wrapped her
small hands with endless joy as she held the rose ready to share the wonderful discovery with her bestie.

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Anna was sitting down beside her best friend. In the public library. It was a few days since she picked Rosie, the perfect rose she picked from her father's garden. Now, Rose was teaching her how to make a haiku, a Japanese poem made out of 17 syllables and three lines for each verse. The two of them were making a haiku for the rose they picked. Somehow, the petals of the rose never faded.

"Remember me, love?

Remember the rose garden

We built together?

Life was a daydream

We thought the rose would never-

Fade for you and me"

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Anna was once again in the public library - Alone. Clutched in her hand was the haiku she and her "best friend" had made last week. How could a best friend be so selfish? Why did she have to be popular if she had REAL friends? Studies come first but that was not ACADEMICS. Anna was furiously scribbling something on the piece of paper she was holding:

"Thorns and hopeless dreams

Is now what is left of it

A broken promise

Now, what's done is done

I have escaped from the nightmare

The rose has faded"

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"It's all YOUR fault!" Anna heard herself shout," If YOU weren't so ambitious for the dumb thing-"

"How about YOU, Anna Claire Brown" snapped Rose. " How about Rosie. The rose that got us, or perhaps ME expelled of primary? How DUMB and AMBITIOUS is that?"

The sentence hit her heart like cold glass shards. Rosie was for HER. She was punished generously by her father. His punishments were worst than being expelled especially if you're left with scars engraved on your hands...

She ran. She ran away from her best friend as Rosie, who was clutched by Rose, was dropped on the sidewalk and was being crushed to bits. Rosie itself was fading, withering. The sound of horns and the screams of an ex-best friend greeted her before all senses were taken away from her.