|Rose was a young girl in your neighborhood. She is always in her garden. You always thought she was weird, and so did everyone in your high school. But she was homeschooled. It was a normal day, and you chose to walk to school instead of taking the bus.|

Rose was walking on the sidewalk, her hair flowed over her shoulders. A few of the flowers from her bouquet toppled onto the ground. You picked it up, and handed the small daisy to her.

" Oh.. Thanks, " She said shyly.