𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

. ｂｌｕｅｂｅｌｌ .

Bluebells have long been symbolic of humility and gratitude. They are associated with constancy, gratitude and everlasting love. Bluebells are also closely linked to the realm of fairies and are sometimes referred to as "fairy thimbles." To call fairies to a convention, the bluebells would be rung.

Another name for bluebells is Dead Man's bells. This is due to the fact that fairies were believed to cast spells on those who dare to pick or damage the beautiful, delicate flowers. The people of Scotland are fond enough of the flower to continue this tradition in the hopes of protecting the little flower.

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Saturday, 1:37 p.m. - 2 days before the entrance exams

Rain.

You woke up to the splatters of sky tears on your window, each drop falling down and pooling onto the outside ledge of your windowsill. Some may find the term "sky tears" depressing, and in a way it was - though to you, it was a personal reminder that it's okay to be upset sometimes.

That, and the fact that you just liked rain in general.

Your dad didn't like the rain as much as you, though. He dreaded leaving the house on rainy days, and when you would ask why, you never got an answer.

You remember the excitement that filled your veins when it would rain. Jumping up, throwing your floral patterned rain boots on, and running to your mom to ask if you could go out.

She always said yes, and would come out with you to splash in the puddles of water that accumulated from the drops of rain. Your dad would stay inside, though he commonly came to the front window to watch the two of you; he never looked happy. You assumed it was because you'd get everything wet when your ventured back indoors.

You wish you'd have been right.

You stared at the ceiling for a while after you reminisced, trying to find nonexistent patterns in the white mass.

You could've swore you found something that looked like a bluebell.

You imagined it. Congrats.

Rolling out of the bed, you let out an unattractive groan when your body collided with the hard, oak flooring of your abode. You didn't want to get up - but then again, you never really did.

It's okay, I'm lazy too; you're not alone my friend.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened one of the top cupboards to grab a tall glass, the oak flooring letting out creaky complaints along the way. Turning the knob on the side of the sink to the right, you placed the glass under the faucet to fill it with water, before making your way back to the bedroom.

You made your way to the windowsill, tipping the glass to the side to water one of the many flowering cacti you had placed there.

If you wouldn't have watered these little guys first, you knew you would have forgotten to attend to them.

Taking the glass back to the sink, you ripped a paper towel off of the roll to dry off the glass. You weren't going to go through the effort of actually cleaning it; it's not like you actually drank out of it anyway right?