Thistle and Thorn

The thistle weed normally starts as a small independent plant, if people let it be it can then grow into its own bush. A large prickly bush, a rather ugly and diminishing plant as its prickly pokes are shuttering to the skin, it is one of nature's most finest forms of "ignorance". That must be the reason everyone is laughing at me, I stroll down the hallway as people pretend to be poked by my "incapability" of a normal name. I don't understand why people laughed Thistle was a cool name, the sound of Thistle was sharp, understood, and to the point.

I make my way to the other end of the hallway, only to look back and find someone repeating the same steps I had taken moments ago. He looked like a painful presence, no one even looked at him, no one dared to laugh at the embroidered name on his black jacket, I couldn't make out the name exactly, but as he found himself closer to where I stood I was then able to make out the lettering. His name was Thorn, he stopped at the end of the hallway, glaring at my eyes because for some reason I could not look away. He put his hands in his jacket and continued to stroll down the hallway, past the water fountain, past the teachers, and all the kids that laughed as I walked through the front entrance, He stopped where I stood, and the way he stood made me feel like it going to be ok.