The Last Rose
The clock struck twelve as the last petal of the rose fell. She fell into complete darkness. "It's all over, he's not going to save me..." She began to cry. Her tears staining her checks again. "Good-bye, I loved you, but I knew it could never last."
My name is Rose, and that's the story of my life. It all started when...
"Kirby did you know that there was a basket at your doorstep?" A young teenager asked the pink ball. She was wearing a green and pink short dress. Her hair in a high pony-tail.
"No, I didn't, whats in it?" Kirby questioned. The young star warrior had now grown up and was now able to talk. He still lived in the same house on the hill, and still being bothered by the annoying kind DDD an a daily basis.
"i don't know. It's pretty light." The girl said.
"Fumu, you know it would be smart to look inside instead of just weighing it." Kirby sighed.
"haha, uh yeah, ok." Fumu stuttered. She opened the basket to find a note:
Dear Kirby,
Please take care of my daughter. I know she will never knows us but she didn't have to die with us. Please do this for an old friend.
Thank you lots,
"There's no name." Kirby mummbled to himself. "who could it be from."
"Uh, kirby look here, They weren't lying when they said there was a child in here." she said. She pulled out a small ball wraped in a green blanket. It's eyes were closed. The little purple body shivered when the blanket was pulled away. Then its eyes opened.