Part 1: Red Rose
Feisty
\ˈfī-stē\
Adjective
: having or showing a lively aggressiveness
Tired of walking, I stop by a tree to rest. I look up to see fruits of green. I manage to get myself one and take a bite. Weird enough, a single red rose catches my attention. It was sitting right beside my foot all a long. I pick it up and place it in my hand together with my daisy. They seem to match. While finishing my fruit, I just stare at this red rose. It's beautiful yet feisty. It gives me a different kind of comfort but I seem to like it. I wonder if this will work for me. I guess I just found my first friend. I can't get over with its beauty. She's stunning!
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