This is my entry for Weekly Wattpad Contests #52.
Just so you know Judge of the contest I'm not counting my poem as the story it's just for context so it doesn't count as part of my 1000 word limit.
Here is the poem:
Title: A Song: When June is past, the fading rose:
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For your beauty's orient deep
These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither doth stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there,
Fixed become as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if east or west
The phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
So Now That You Know That Lets Jump Into the Story:
The Fading Rose;
(Word count starts now after this)
My name is Rose Connor. People say I'm weird, strange, stupid, dumb, ugly, and even the occasional fat. Just because I'm different, but I'm not. Inside I know everything they say isn't true, that I am pretty, skinny, and smart but I still feel like dying because that's how terribly they make me feel.
People always say, "Why does she even bother coming to school? She won't learn anything!"
"I heard she's coming to the dance even though no one will go with her!" A girl said one time.
"I just wanna have a good time!" I'd answered.
"Oh, good time meaning shoving cake and chocolate in your face until you're another size?" One of her friends responded.
That's all over now, and so is my life. If you're asking "did you kill your self" right now, here's your answer...
At School The Day of Prom:
I walk in with my book bag hanging over my shoulder. I walk to the back of the class where I take the bag off my shoulder and slam it hard on the ground. I sit down in the seat.
"Looks like that book bag's thinner then you Connor," a rude girl named Cora says. Everyone present in class laughs.
"Exactly, looks like. And you're the one with vision problems," I deliver my not so witty retort.
"Huh, did anyone hear anything?" Ria one of Cora's friends says.
"Oh and you have hearing problems do you?" I reply.
"I think that's quite enough Ms Connor and Ms John. Ms Fields, read the statement on the board will you?" Our teacher Mrs McNamarra says as she enters the classroom.
"One may bully, and the bullied may retort. But those who stand by are the real problem," Aurora Fields reads loudly off the board.
"Today class, we are talking about bystanders, does anyone know what that means?" Mrs McNamarra asks.
"Uh, I think I know!" Ria replies as she raises her hand.
"Yes Ms Haxe, please explain," Mrs McNamarra answered.
"Someone who watches people being bullied and doesn't do anything," Ria said.
"Can I add on?" I ask.
"Yes of course," Mrs McNamarra says.
"Sometimes bystanders even play along and pick sides and cheer from the "sidelines"," I answer as I look at Ria.
"Yes that's very well true."
After School:
I sit on my bed as I put on a cinnamon colored tank top and a pair of underwear. I walk across the room and open my closet. The only thing hanging in there is my dress.
I take it off of the hanger and sit back on my bed. I unzip it and hold it in front of my body, I walk to the mirror. I step back to my bed and stand in front of it.
"Lya!! Come up here! I need you to zip my dress," I yell.
"Coming Miss!" My maid Lya says. I hear her running up the stairs. She comes in and I turn around. She zips it up and when she finishes I turn around.
"You look beautiful!" She says, and hesitates before saying the next part, "Is there a boy?"
"No, there is not," I reply, ", You are dismissed."
As soon as she leaves I walk down the stairs, walk out the doors of the mansion, and begin walking to the school.
When I get there I walk in and everyone is already dancing, drinking punch, and as I pass the bathroom I already hear crying.
I walk to the snack table and begin get a cup of punch.
"Hey loser-loner," Cora says as she elbows me, causing me to spill my punch on the edge of my dress.
"Oh, sorry, I'll get you some more punch while you clean that up," she says pointing me in the direction of the girls bathroom. I walk in an clean the stain up. Why is she being nice? This isn't like her.
I exit the bathroom and walk to the outside area of the dance floor. In a few minutes Cora walks up to me and hands me the punch.
"Thanks Cora," I say as she begins to walks away.
"No problem," she replies politely. In thirty minutes I see Cora staring and pointing at me giggling with Ria and Posie. I see her lips move but I can't hear her from across the room.
I stand there for a minute and begin to feel sick. I think that Cora poisoned the punch and I think I'm going to die. Scratch that, I think I'm definitely going to die, I can see one teeny tiny pill in the bottom of the cup.
Since I think I'm going to die, here are my last words since I'm literally that scared, the poem I was named after, "Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For your beauty's orient deep
These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither doth stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light
That downwards fall in dead of-" The world began to go black as I fell to the ground and passed out.
The End
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