《Ghost Orchid》


 Who the heck are you, anyway!?

    I took a step up. The ground was white, everything was white.An endless void.I looked around.A figure was seen far away,which wasalittle girl playing.I began reaching out for her.I tried and tried, but she always seems far away. Sheignored me, and probably didn¡¯t see me.


    ¡°Hello!¡± I called, trying to grab her attention. No response.The girl skipped away, not aware of meof beingeven here.My hands shook. A small, ¡°thump!¡± was heard.Suddenly,thevoid began fading to black.


    I woke up with a jolt. Mysenses were coming back to normal. I looked around for what did I drop.


    An Orchid.


    I wonder who that is...The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    I was on the bed.As Iglanced around, everything was normal; My Desk tidied up, the playbox full of my random toys. I looked at the clock. 5:40 AM. I know it is Monday, though. So it''s a school day. But what should I do, though? School is still at 9:00 AM. I sighed.


    I stepped out of the room, having my orchid wrapped in paper, I mean, the bottom part, so I won''t teleport, err dream by accident. I creeped into the family bedroom. Mom and Dad were asleep. Pearl, my baby sister, was cooing softly. I took a quick glance at her, and went back to my bedroom and slept. I wonder who the orchid is, though. Also, why do I have a feeling it is one of my dead relatives or siblings, anyway?


    Wait, why am I here again? I must had have touched the flower of the orchid, again. I looked around. It''s not a white void anymore. It is a hurricane. Wait. Let me face this question; is this even thatorchid''s doings? I don''t even know anymore.


    The hurricane was whirling around, and I have absolutelyno idea what should I do. Annnnd...


    I saw the same girl. This time she walked near me. I saw more of her facial features; wavy brown hair, green eyes.


    "I''m in your dreams," She said cheerfully. "Bye." She placed a smile on her face, and a second later, disappeared. Now the hurricane is hurling towards me. Okay, I would admit, i''m kind of a scaredy cat when it comes to these things. I tried running, and the hurricane is just going faster, until I was sucked to it.

 Breakfast and School Bus.

    "Ava! Wake up! It''s already 8:00! Come on! Pack up! Whatever!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I snapped out of the dream and woke up with a jolt. I scrambled and took the orchid. I went downstairs and saw the family already eating. Mom was serving waffles. Pearl was still sleeping, my brother Jax, dad, and my older sister Kristina were eating. I sat down on one of the wooden chairs.


    As I nibbled on a waffle I thought about one of the students in my class. Gabriel. Although we rarely even talk, I kinda like him. I mean, most of the girls like him and he is a popular kid in school, but not only that; he is pretty smart and kind. And even rich. He has a sister too, who is also as popular, kind, rich, and smart as he is. Her name was Angelina, and I like her as a friend.


    "You daydreaming there?" My mom asked me, with a tiny bit of a smile.


    "Uh, No," I replied. "Not really." I said before mom said anything else.


    I packed up my stuff; homework, sketchbook, literally everything you would need to pack up. I gently picked up the slightly covered with paper orchid and placed it in one of the bag pockets. Saying bye to the family, I hurried to the bus and went along.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    I sat beside Katy, one of my friends. Oh, I should mention; I have this "habit" of classifying everyone.


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    <td style="width: 33.3333%">           Friends</td>


    <td style="width: 33.3333%">           Neutrals</td>


    <td style="width: 33.3333%">           Enemies</td>


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    <td style="width: 33.3333%">Eat together, play together, whatever you do with a friend (arealone) and what you think about one.</td>


    <td style="width: 33.3333%">Rarely do things together. Unless teacher tells. Sometimes interact, whatever.</td>


    <td style="width: 33.3333%">Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate</td>


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    I''m sure you understand what I mean at the "Enemies" column.


    Katy waved at me a bit shyly, then she looked at the orchid that was bulging out of the backpack.


    "Oooh! Nice orchid! Can I take a look?" She asked, her hands in loose fists. I''m going to say though, Katy is a shy person. But when she sees something interesting, she just goes bananas.


    "Oh uhmm... My mom told me not to let anyone touch it." I lied.


    "Pretty please?"


    I sighed. I would have done so but the moment I take it out, I would enter the void world. I sighed again.


    "Fine." I reached out for the orchid.