The flower You brought

Sunkissed

I woke up in the morning before my alarm. A small ray of sun was cuddling my eyelashes. I always sleep in full darkness, but still, that ray of sun found me. I looked at my reflection in my pearl-shell-shaped mirror. Oh, my goodness, my hair was blonde! I never drink, so I was not drunk. There is more, they had a pink reflection.

It seems that the time has come. I loved my image as "the one with the brain". Why should I resemble more and more to a butterfly? Why do I like the way my body aches? I look at myself in the mirror. Not even one thing is excessive...but my eyes... I looked at them, they had a different sparkle. It was like they were looking at me. I am afraid, but I feel happy. I am experiencing a colorful kind of joy.

I put that little lotus in my hair that you gave me, took a bunch of fresh flowers that my mother would prepare for me every day, and left for school.

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Muriel and Orna were waiting for me with their bikes. Muriel smiled broadly at my beautiful change.

- Yara, that sunray, is following you. I knew you had a secret lover - laughed at her like she always did.

I told them my strange dream. A shiny sea, pine trees, and a small butterfly. I was looking from afar. Then someone touched my hair. He was as bright as the sun, I couldn't see his face. "I knew you would find me, my love" and I put on that little lotus my grandma gave me.

- Orna, you know something, because I am going crazy. Firstly, I did not dye my hair and look at it. Secondly, I never had a boyfriend, nor I dreamt of any. What is happening?

- You perfectly know what is happening. You never wanted to talk about this day. You are one of us now. You always were.

She continued talking, but I was no longer paying attention. I kept looking at that little girl ahead of us. She was standing at the traffic light. I daydreamed about her being hit by a red car. I stopped right there, ran at the girl, took her into my arms, and left that crazy traffic light. At that very second, while her mother was screaming at me, a red Ferrari passed by and hit the traffic light. It was like a flashlight in my body. Surprisingly, no one was hurt. I was alarmed at myself. People were looking at me, and they started clapping. I saw a boy looking straight into my eyes shaking his head in disapproval.

Muriel and Orna whispered something to me. I didn't want to believe it.

We started running. On our first day as seniors, we were late.

We arrived at the moment that our names were being called. Our room teacher was a sweet redheaded girl. As I was entering my class, the sunray, still found me. It was coming from a glass clock. The reflection was hurting my eyes. I looked in that direction. It was him. The boy I saw in the morning. He had long, curly, dark hair. They would reach his neck. His eyes were so blue that you could jump there and get refreshed. He was tall and well-built.

I was screaming inside. Muriel was laughing so hard at my reaction. How, in this world, did everything have to happen today? I am sure that he could hear my heart beating and see that terrible rush even though my skin is not that white. He looked at me, shook his head, and left. I was ready to ask him if he knew me. He gave me no time.

The teacher was waiting for us. She even complimented me on my hair. I had ten more minutes, so I was taking care of my roses. Since I fell, then, they have been almost dead.

-Orna, I am throwing them away.

- Only touch them, Yara. They love you.

Oh my, I just touched them lightly. The roses got redder like they were blooming. I put them in the vase like I always did. How come they turn at me, facing me? Aren't those cut flowers supposed to be dead?

Since we were seniors, every teacher started right away with the lesson. I don't understand why, but I was quite annoyed by every flip of students' textbooks. We were doing biology with our room teacher when a colorful butterfly sat on my bench. It wouldn't leave.

-You are adorable, Yara. Not only an excellent student, but everything loves you-, said my teacher.

She pointed out the butterfly. Everyone's eyes were on me. I smiled at her. She meant no harm by what she said.

I must have an asap meeting with my girls. I don't want any other extraordinary thing to happen to me.

-Girls, let's meet at the book cafe this afternoon. I need you.

-Look who is here, the insects' queen - said Eira. Yeah, my mean childhood friend. She was exactly like her name, but she was my slightest problem right now.

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-So Orna, tell me everything.

-Yara, everything is crystal clear. You are one of us. You were the only one who could talk to me with telepathy. Remember how introverted I was? I would even answer you. I never told you this because you believe that you spoke to me. You weren't ready. When we were little, flowers bloomed around us. You were able to pet chipmunks at the forest on that ninth-grade trip. Just accept it.

- You are a pine tree. What am I?

- I don't know that. You have to discover your true self.

-How?

-It will show when you needed it most.

-Remember that dream you saw,- said Muriel - that's us. I am the shiny sea while she is the pine tree. Anyway, I can't explain the butterflies, you and the boy.

- Yeah, the boy. Does anyone of you remember a male at your magic meetings?

- No, we don't. They weren't magic meetings, Yara. We were only chatting with Muriel's grandma. You wouldn't come because you had no time. Studying and studying every single minute.

- That boy, girl look.

He was at the next table. He had tied his hair, with his earphones on, looking at the window. He was a painting. I was photographing him with my eyes. I restrained myself from looking anymore.

- Girl, don't be rude.

- I saw him this morning during the incident. And he has nice features, that's all.

- Come on, he is not a pet. He is cute. Good luck.

- Stop it, girls. I need to be on my own at least for one year. I need no distractions.

"Why am I changing at this time, Orna?"

-Maybe they need you. Maybe you have to save someone. But if you want to know more about yourself, try to remember your childhood. There must be a special moment there.

- Girls, girls, he is coming. Yaraaaaa.

- Behave naturally, Muriel. Don't go over there. Don't leave. Great.

My palms were sweating. That boy came to my table, bent down at my ear, and said: " I like your perfume". My heart skipped a beat. How did he smell it? Where did he find that much courage? Never was I treated like that.

I moved away from him, looked at him with those ocean-blue eyes. " Thank you, I didn't put in any". I left him. Girls were waiting for me outside. We had so much to discuss, but now my head was full of him. His salty smell will never leave my nose.

A Vanessa butterfly was sitting on my bike.

-Let's meet my grandma- said Muriel.