𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

. ｗｉｌｄ ｆｌｏｗｅｒ .

Wild flowers indicate spirit, uncultivated by the mainstream. An independent thinker - bravely growing wild and free in a world plagued by conformity.

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Wednesday, 1:23 p.m. - 5 days before the entrance exams

Boring; the only word that could describe your current situation.

As with most days, you never really had much to do. You assumed that Tuesdays were your most busy days, what with visiting you father and all. Though, this week you seemed to go somewhere every day do far - and so you decided you'd keep up with your new tradition of sorts.

Much like Sunday, though, the weather seemed to shed translucent tears. Maybe all the hate in this world made the sky upset? Hm, you're thinking of stupid things again.

Your new problem was figuring out where to go, though - not trying to come up with the least logical reasons for it to be raining.

You could technically visit your dad again, though that was never really eventful. You already bought what you needed for you flower friends, so there wasn't any need for going to get supplies. It wasn't like you were hungry or anything, either, so there was no reason to go to a café.

So where would you have a reason to go?

You hadn't really took the time to visit your mother's grave, but ... that was something to do when you were ready for it - and quite honestly, you were pretty sure you'd cry your eyes out if you even tried.

You didn't need any more sadness in your life.

Where else could you go? You haven't gone to the park in a few months, so maybe there. It was always enjoyable seeing the wildflowers that grew there, after all, so it wouldn't hurt to visit them again.

Well, it's not like you had any other ideas.

You walked to your front door to grab your , as you had already gotten yourself well before lunch time.

Grabbing your needed belongings, as well as your , you headed out on your small adventure. Maybe you'd meet someone new today? It seemed as if you met someone every time you went out, so maybe you'd make another friend? Or acquaintance, really.

Ah, well, you wouldn't count on it. Lady luck wasn't usually on your side.

Leaving your humble abode, you took note of the way the raindrops would make the pavement a shade darker with their watery, wet selves. Though, you had to ask, was water really wet?

Ah yes, the controversial question.

You thought about it for a while, whilst heading to your destination. Sure, water made you wet - but if you stick your hand in a bucket of water, your hand isn't really wet while it's in there, is it? It's only wet after you take it out. Not to mention, if water is wet, why can't water make itself wet?

That doesn't even make any sense, probably. Then again, it's you we're talking about.

No offense, of course.