Mother nodded. "Correct. It would make her less worried for her daughter. Now go on, scurry on over," she insists while shoving me out the doorway and shutting it in my face.
"I guess I have to do this myself," I mutter, strolling over to the Daisy's house. How am I supposed to apologize? I'm just going to make a mess.
Abruptly, I freeze in my tracks, almost reaching a huge trail of four-toed paw prints that lead to the daisies' bed. A worried look spreads across my face as I remembered where those came from. No, it couldn't have gone to the Daisy's house.
Quickly, I sprint to the daisy's house, not caring if I trespass into other yards. I remember my classmate Disney talking about having a spring party in her house. The perfect place for the owner's golden retriever to have a feast!
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...
