"Mommy, why are they running away?" I asked, hiding my face. Every kind of flower kept a large space around me, taking one glance and sprinting away.
Mother brushed the tears from my eyes. "Because sweetie, they are afraid of our thorns," mother reassured.
"But we're all flowers. We all do the same things, just different species!" I pouted. I spotted a daisy whispering to another one who looked at me and laughed.
"I know, but we're not like the others," my mother replied back. A couple tears sprung out of her eyes. "Now let's find some other roses to play with who'll accept you."
"You have to remember who we are, Rosetta. You scared many daisies yesterday." Mother interrupts, tearing her face away to look at mine. "I suggest you go apologize."
I throw my head up in surprise. "Apologize?" I squeak. Talk to Mrs. Daisy? Never going to happen.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Rose
Short StoryThis is a short story I wrote in seventh grade for a contest that won SECOND PLACE!!! The scene takes place in a flower garden where a rose named Rosetta lives. In this story, Rosetta does not like being a rose, but soon leans that it doesn't matter...
