"Nice job out there," a voice interrupts when I look up to spot Mrs. Daisy. I start to feel a little nervous standing next to her.
"I'm really sorry for scaring your daughter. I know I should stick to my own watering can," I confess.
"It's fine," Mrs. Daisy responds back. "That just shows how brave you are. Roses are better than I thought." Her face starts to blush and I can see a hint of embarrassment.
I grin back and take in everything. Somehow, I start to realize something. It doesn't matter if you are different, but how you can help others. If you keep believing that you are a failure, you will never succeed much in life. And other people will start to follow you.
"Do you want to join our party?" Mrs. Daisy blurts out. The cold eyes she used to have were replaced with loving ones. They look better on her.
"I think you know the answer to that," I reply back, hugging her with all my might.
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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...
