Book of Stories

Flowers are people too

Tyler lay down in the grass, the sunlight warming him up after getting out of his cold classroom.

"Hey Tye," Jamie greeted him, her braces showing as she spoke.

"Weirdo," A red robin scoffed, arrogantly fluffing out its chest.

That's the other thing, Tyler can talk to animals...and plants. Its kinda a long story.

"Hey Jaaaammmiiieeeeeeee,"Tyler pulled her closer, making sure the Robin could see.

The bird gave him a glare before pooping on a nearby branch.

"Uh..." Tyler thought to himself.

"Tye? You seem distant. Thinking about anything?"

"N-nothing."

"Alright then. Did you see when Mrs. Wir pulled up her sleeves? Her arms are so hairy!"

"Yeah! Its like a salon floor down there!"

"Mrs.Wir you say...she picked and killed my parent," A third voice joined their conversation

"She WHAT?"Tyler asked.

Tyler turned around to see a pretty pink flower with a light green stem. It seemed to wilt despite vibrant colors.

"Who are you talking to?" Jaime asked.

"No one! Hahahaha..." Tyler let out a nervous laugh.

"Yes...I'm such a no one," the flower said gloomily.

"Okaaayyyyy," Jaime said, weirded out, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a minute...or ten."

"Us flowers contain both reproductive parts;I just had one parent. But Mrs. Witz picked it and...I MISS YOUUUUUUU," The flower began sobbing, a drop of what looked like dew rolling down one of its pedals.

"Don't cry!" Tyler said, trying to comfort the heartbroken flower, "I'm sure it's in a better place now, right?"

"No! I'm sure it's being hung up like some ornament!" The flower shouted.

"Well, flowers wilt when they die, so she probably has it in water! I have her after recess ends, maybe I can retrieve it?"

"You would do that for...me?"

"Yeah! I'll definitely be able to save it from Mrs.HairyArms!"

"THANK YOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU," The flower cried, now sobbing in joy.

Another bird flew down, cussing at Tyler and laughing at the flower. The flower looked up at it, but seemed too sad to say anything.

"Robins...." Tyler thought, "Always in everyone's business."

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Tyler crept by Mrs.Wir's desk. The flower! It was there...but she had a few of them and they all looked the same. He'd just have to take all of them. She was in the hall talking to another teacher, so this was his chance.

"SAVE US! HELP! SOMEONE!" A barrage of desperate pleas arose from the chipped white mug containing the flowers.

"I'm here," he whispered, grabbing them before running to his seat and shoving them in his backpack, careful not to break them.

Mrs. Wir walked into the classroom, waving off the other teacher. She approached her desk before noticing the missing flowers.

"Huh, I could've sworn I had some flowers from the field. Where did they go?" She mumbled to herself, looking under her desk before shrugging it off.

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Tyler ran back out into the field when everyone was going to their busses, flowers in hand.

"Hey, I rescued your parent!" Tyler shouted.

His face dropped when he saw the flower had been trampled. He ran to its side, tears streaming down his face.

"No... this can't be happening... dont die, please don't die," Tyler said, gently touching the flower and receiving weird glances from fellow students.

"Dude, what are you smoking?" A nearby student asked.

"YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND MY PAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!" He screamed, distraught.

"Uh," The student looked slightly afraid as he ran off.

"I'll always be... with... you," the flower croaked, its voice hoarse.

A wail of agony came from one of the bigger flowers.

"My child, WHYYYY?"

The flower went silent and Tyler and the rescued flowers took a moment of silence before he planted them.

"We'll forever be in your debt," A flower said," And we wont forget who we have lost."

"Neither will I," Tyler responded, "Please, be happy for...er, I never got their name, but just be happy."

And as Tyler walked away, he vowed to never miss his schizophrenia meds again.

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