There is a girl that loved flowers, every one of them on the earth. She would spend her day outside, in the forest, gathering flowers for her garden that is full with different flowers. She would gather flowers for her ill mother, who worried about her daughter's hobby of collecting flowers.
Her father died when she was 5 and was an only child, leaving her fragile mother to care for a rambunctious 13 year old girl, turning 14 soon. The mother's health declined quickly, her life span shortening.
One day, the girl that loved flowers ventured a little too far and got lost. She feared that she may never reach home again when she heard a voice.
"Come here little girl, follow my voice," Scared, she followed, even though her mom said not to follow strangers.
"What's your name, little girl?" The voice asked, as it led her out of the forest.
"I'm not little, "The girl said, annoyed as she followed the voice to find its speaker.
"I see. Well girl, what are you doing in this forest alone at nightfall?"
"My name's not girl, its Rosemead, and I had been looking for some herbs for my mom, "She said, annoyed.
She was replied with a chuckle.
"Until we meet again," The voice whispered as Rosemead stepped out of the forest with her house in view.
That voice definitely sounded like a boy, a very nosy boy.
Ehh... This story is a one-shot, for now. This story IS completed. Reviews are welcomed... :D
