My Little Flower

by sunnylove1999

Have you ever made a choice so malevolent that caused you to despise yourself? Petunia Dursley had, and there is no way she can go back and fix it. If only she had let her little flower bloom.

My Little Flower:

There she was dancing, twirling, and swirling. With her plump rosy cheeks, striking red hair, and her emerald sea green eyes; she was truly beautiful. I on the other hand resemble a giraffe with my long, bony neck, thin blonde hair and my watery blue eyes. She saw me gazing regretfully at her and for a moment; her brilliant olive green eyes soften. Then as if she realized what unbreakable boundaries bind us from each other she hastily continued whirling in peace. I recall a time, so long ago when we did not have a mutual hate between us. Her reason for this detestation was that I would not accept her. Mine on the other hand was far more complex and cruel; it dates back to the years she was 'my little flower' and not the so called 'freak'. As we grew up in Surrey we were what one would call 'the best of friend.' We were as close as well, as close as one stuck-up blonde and one stubborn red head could get. We did practically everything together; there were no limits to the strong bond of sisterhood we had. Our mutual love for each other turned into a mutual hatred though, that faithful summer of 1987. I can still remember it like yesterday.