r room door. To wake her up for the school. It was around 8 and the time was already past 7 : 30 am! Hazel flinched again and groaned. "Wake up Hazel, are not you going to s

bakery, cafe and a small bookstore owned by her. She was too delicately working hard for her niece. She cared less about the societ

, Hazel hopes down the bed. As she goes to washroom and does her mo

s a medium sized room with no too much decorations, but has a cozy b

shing downstairs. "Good morning Soph" she says in a very dull voice. Yesterday's lose was st

a small smile making her smile. "Alright, shall I drop you?" She asked to cheer her

l got her bagpack on her shoulder. As her aunt gets her car from the g

lgic feelings made her inhale a deep breath. Again her eyes turned moist. The loud horn p

looked out of the tainted window. Within a ride of straight 1

ious stares that made her, knitted her eyes i

d almost ominous in the stark fluorescent light of the hallway. Attached to the stem was a small sticky note, its bright yello

ght laughter. The hall was filled with mocking voices and the clatter of locker doors slamming shut as students hurried to get

ered loudly to her friend. "He left a blac

nother voice chimed in. "Everyone

bled as she read the message again, trying to make sense of it. Ace had always been the school's golden boy-hands

now!" a girl called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm. More laug

ant to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. With her head held high, she walked down the hall, clutching the black rose a

at the rose, its beauty marred by the cruel message it carried. Who would do somet

She wouldn't let them get the best of her. No matter what happened in the next 15 days, she wou