What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 1- Mr Fredrikson> Delinquent

Chapter 1- Mr Fredrikson> Delinquent

Life's an obstacle. It's like swimming to the deep end of the pool, and never being able to reach the floor. Instead, you have to dive in to conquer. What if we're all our own planets orbiting the same sun, and are located in the same solar system. Doesn't that suggest we all
want the same thing?

What if every one of our lives is a book, and we just didn't realise. What if the author is planning on to write the next chapter, deciding what will happen with our life. We're surrounded by words which makes us who we are today.

It's true, life really enjoys playing pranks on you. Often, I want to pause it all and just take a break, have a lifelong feast before it resumes, and takes me away.

In other words, life was one hormonal son of a bitch with plenty of mood swings. And I didn't get along with it at first, but by the end, I finally did.

Because I had hope.

And this was how my story began...

School.

A place of knowledge yet a place filled with hatred. Normally, students hated this building, however I actually didn't . Learning about new things each day was quite fascinating. That's all lesson excluding maths. The subject maths was like Satan sent down from hell, targeting everyone who hated it.

But yeah, I loved school. Maybe not the students that I was forced to spend four years of my life with, but the environment and the atmosphere I admired. And it led me to the point where I was handing out free flowers to complete utter strangers, just like every ordinary year.

"GET YOUR FREE SUNFLOWERS PEOPLE!" I hollered on top of my lungs, casting a cheerful grin.

It was the start of the first semester of my last year at Spring Hill High. Over the break, I had decided to this my ultimate favourite year. Already within five minuets of convincing, no one seemed to give a shit.

I stared at the vivid, freshly picked sunflowers that I had grown in the garden with the help of my dad. Truly, these beauties were soo underrated. They're known as being 'happy' flowers, but that wasn't what these people seemed to have thought. That was one issue that was wrong with this school, everyone was too busy occupied with the latest gossip, or how hot Zayn Malik appeared on ELLE Magazine.

It's not something to deny, he's scrumshes!

It felt like fifty minutes instead of five. My back throbbed, and my legs felt like noodles. I didn't exactly know how much longer I could take the rejection of these sunflowers.

I watched as teenagers shoved past me to get to their friends or classes. I felt unnoticeable when no one even glanced in my direction.

As I carried on trying to grab some publicity, people continued to reject the sunflowers I was handing out. My temper escalated, did people have to be soo negative? It was like there wasn't a single spark of positivity in this building.

I stood my ground and strode up to a group of random strangers, located near their lockers. When I stood still in front of them, they stared at me in bewilderment. I didn't bother explaining, and planted a flower in each of there hands, making a run for it. "THANK ME LATER!" I screamed while jogging.

Yeah I'm weird ...

I carried on with my plan, and it was actually working. Most of the students didn't have time to comprehend what was happening since I kept running away.