“Come on! Let’s go, Summer,” Marley Bass says to Summer Price as they were standing outside the new apartment they were going to live in. “I don’t wanna go, it looks weird, and look through that window! Can you see what I see up there?” Summer replies. “Oh, what is it?” “Never mind..” “Okay, let’s go. If not tell me what you were gonna say.” “Okay fine!” The two teenagers walk into the apartment building. “Hello?” Marley says. They walk around for at least ten minutes by finding nothing. “Let’s just steal a key and go to the room number on it.” “Okay..” Summer walks to where the cashier should be and took a key. They walk up to the room once they look at the number. “231.” “Why. Is that just a coincidence, or is someone or something following us or somethin’??” Marley says. “Probably just a coincidence.” “Aight, let’s keep going. Door 147.” The two walk as fast and far as they could and as they get to a bigger part of the little hallway they see a sign that says ‘beware the scare! Of these delicious snacks! (Get a free cookie if ya want!’ With a picture of a pirate’s parrot and a monster that kids would just laugh at then be scared of. “Come on, let’s go there,” Marley says. “No!” Summer said quickly. Marley pulls her toward the booth. They take two cookies and keep going. “Look! The room on the key,” Marley says. “Finally..” Summer says. They try to open the door. “Open!” Summer said. The couple walks into the room and the first thing they see is a pot of flowers on the edge of the counter in the kitchen right next to them. “It’s late. Come, let’s find our rooms,” Once Summer found her room she immediately stared at the flowers on her windowsill. Then she goes to sleep. -----------(the flower's POV) I crawl onto the floor and look at the new girl. Apparently called ‘Summer’. Perfect as my victim. I crawl into the ‘black form’ and hover over her head and see into her mind. She hates and is very scared of objects like me, the ones that have forms and powers. I show my fangs like a snake’s. I sense she feels scared of the sounds I make as I crawl across the floor. I imagine her scream. I’m excited. “Your perfect,” I say to myself. -------Summers POV “What is behind me..?” I say. “Oh God what is that?” “I feel something.” Gosh. What the heck. “Oh, hel-”

This was here. My entire life. Not a lake, not a puddle. An ocean. I always go here, with my pen and sketchbook. I sketch the setting around me and add the most details I could. Even if my parents called me to come eat, I would go in the house, grab my food, and go back out to the ocean and keep sketching. I was still holding my sketchbook. Even if the waves soak me, I would keep drawing, and I wouldn’t go back to change. And even if my parents saw me get soaked and call me in to get changed, I would always respond “I’m staying right here.“ and then I keep on sketching. “Oh no you don’t young lady. Get in here right now!” “Nope.” Kept on sketching. “Come on.” Kept sketching. Then my mom finally gives up and says “Well young lady, you’ve won this time.” I smile to myself and look and the sunset one last time to finish the sunset in my sketch. I look at the waves. I sit down closer to the water as for the first time I realized there was fish in the ocean. “Hi, fishes,” I say. “You know, I’ve never drawn a fish before. How bout I make the waves hollow for a bit so I can add you in?” The fish swim up and down, as if they were saying yes. “Alright then, here.” I sketch the waves out and show it to the fish. They make some bubbles and swim, again, up and down. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I keep looking at my sketch and looking at the fish. Up..down…up…down..up again. “Phew, I’ve finally finished sketching you guys. Now to shade the waves in so it looks more realistic.” I sketch while I say things to the fish. “You know, it’s kinda hard to draw a fish, cus when I was younger, I tried and it didn’t work out. I’m not sure why I said I never drawn a fish before. But there’s one thing I wanna say and I hope it’s not offensive. Your kinda easy to draw.” The fish go in a circle. “I don’-t know-wha-t that means,” I say confused while laughing at the same time at the fishes action. The fish blew up bubbles as if they were laughing to. “Hey! Why don’t I give you names?” The fish start moving around clockwise and then go up and down again. “Okay. I say you were saying yes. Okay, there’s five of you..” I drift off as I think of names for them. There was a pufferfish, so I decided to name that one puffy. That blue ones Diamond.. I say this all to the fish as I go. “Hey, you. The green one. I’ll name you leaf. And you..yeah, you. The red one, why don’t I name you-“ Diamond and the red fish go up and down and act as if they were hugging each other. “Oh, I think your saying you guys are siblings? Well, then I have the perfect name for the red fish. Ruby!” One more to go. And you are.. “can I see what color that fish is?” I point at one. They jump out of the water. “Okay, I will note that down… perfect name! Since your white, why don’t I give you the name.. Cloud!” The white fish, Cloud, jumps as saying yes. I laugh. The fish make bubbles and make it sound like they’re laughing too. I laugh even harder. “Your the best fish in the entire world that I could ever meet,” I say to the fish. “Your amazing.” I remember my sketch. “Oh wait, I need to finish my sketch. What do you guys think I should do next?” The fish all jump toward the sun. “Oh, I need to finish the sun!” I add the shade in and make lighter with a little gradient around it to make it glow. “Perfect. What do you guys think?” The fish wave their tiny little fins as if they were trying to clap. “Thanks. You guys are the best.” I remember that the paper was water-proof, so I went into the house, copied it, and then gave the paper from the sketchbook to the fish. “I copied it with more water-proof paper. This one’s yours now.” I smile and the fish, and I swear, it looked like they did too. “Best fish.”

As I stared through the window, I thought what I heard. “In a way. In a way, alright? No more. In a way.” “Maybe it will happen to me,” I say worriedly. “Love, when are ya coming down?” Oh great. Her. Again. I mean “Your always calling me.” “Okay, come down.” “No.” “I’m coming up myself.” “No!” “Fine. Come down.” “Nah.” “Fine, but shut up.” Ya know what? Ima just leave. I grab my bag and pack as much as I can. I grab my hoodie and a glove. I put them on. “Here we go.” “Ow!” I say in a couple of seconds as I break the window. “I don’t wanna do this.” I jump through. I close my eyes. I feel the hardest pain I could’ve ever felt, but I ran. I ran miles. And miles. ———~———~———~———~———~———~———~———~(years later) “Love, can you come help real quick?” “”Emhm. Comin’.” “Alright, can ya help me with the food?” “Yeah.” I walk to the kitchen and grab the salmon and was like, “what were you doin’ when ya asked?” “I was-I was using this thing.” She points to the-well, I don’t know what it was called. “Okay.” “Uhh, you use it like th-“ “I KNOW HOW TO USE IT-“ ~———~———~———~———~———~———~ I hold hands with her as I we look onto the sunset. “Chars, come here.” “What mama?” “Love you.” “I love you too mama!” “And love, I love you.” “Love you too.” I look at her and say “In a way, this is a happy ending for both of us.”

Emily...Emily Emily Emily...She is very rude. Yes, she is always going up to people and saying “hey, are your parents poor? Because you look like you only have two dollars.” Her friends, the same as her, would always be coming up with her and saying more mean things like “hey you! Yeah, you! Did you put smelly perfume on or something? Cus it sure smells like it!” Rude. That’s what everyone calls her. But no, I know what she’s actually like. She’s nice. No-one knows. Her friends, oh, they got the rudeness alright. No, not Emily. She came, once, to my house. She actually was nice to me. “Hey, I wish everyone would know what I’m actually like.” she once said. “What do you mean by that?” I ask. “My parents-well, I’m always being bossed around by my parents, but they love me. They're always trying to spoil me.” “Really?” “Really.” “I-no, I shouldn’t say that.” I think. “What?” Emily asks. “Nothing.” “Now, can we talk about less depressing things?” I say. Me and Emily laugh. “Sure,” Emily says, sounding like she's wanting to talk about something else too. The next day at school, Emily’s bullying me again. She whispers in my ear at lunch “I’m sorry,” I nod, trying to put on a face that looks like she never talked to me. My friends start talking again, but they’re always ignoring me. After school, I ask Emily if she could come to my house again. She says okay and I thank her. While we’re walking to my house, she randomly says “I’m sorry if I bully you at school. I never mean to. My friends and parents always make me.” I nod unhurriedly and turn to look behind me. I realize Emily’s far behind me. I stop so she can catch up. “What just happened? Why were you so far away? You good?” I ask worriedly. “1, I don’t know. 2, I zoned out without discovering I had zoned out. 3, I’m fine,” “okay...This is the last time I’m gonna ask, you good?” “I'm fine,” “okay.” when we get to my house, we go to my room. “I want to tell you something.” “What?” “I-nevermind, just stand still okay?” Emily says. “Okay, that’s a little bit weird, but alright.” Emily leans closer and..kisses me. “W-what?” I stutter. “I love you okay?” Emily says and goes to the door. “I love you,” she repeats. Then she leaves.