If she doesn’t like this one, maybe I can give her the one on my shoulder. Or the really big one on my head. Who am I kidding? She doesn’t want me. That’s like Van Gough giving his ear to somebody. Maybe I can give her something else. That tree back there is really pretty. Maybe I can give her that. Or maybe the other flower. I wonder who it belongs to. Nobody would just leave their flower behind. You only get so many, and some are born with even less than me. They must be really sad to have left their flower. But maybe they put it there on purpose. I suppose some might love the earth enough to give it one of their precious flowers. Maybe they have too many flowers so they want to share it with someone who understands how powerful flowers are. But this flower has been here a while. It’s already getting a little spikey at the tips. Surely someone has seen it and understood that it could not just hang out to wait for someone, anyone to take it. This poor soul. I wonder how many other flowers they planted to wait for someone. And I wonder if they have any left.
Ella, age 15
I was very young when I discovered the beast. It was a warm summer day and I was playing in the forest behind my home. The trees towered above me and my imagination ran wild of what things could be hiding in the dense foliage. Then something began to rise from the bushes. First it surpassed me and then the trees. It finally stopped and opened its enormous eye and made a loud yawn. You could hear it from miles away. It took its first step and the ground shook. It nearly knocked me off balance. It walked for a while and of course I followed it. It smelled like a wet dog. It stopped for a bit and I put my hand on its fur. I put my whole arm in before I touched its skin. It was like being engrossed in a pillow. Then I realized it was getting dark and thought my mother might be worried. I went home and that night, even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the beasts presence watching over me.
Zach, age 14
Hello?
Is someone there?
I promise I am safe
I promise I am nice
I will not hurt you
I will not scare you
I am looking for some advice
Please, I beg of you
My eyes are sore and swollen
I just need some help
Thank you very much
You are so kind
Now that I can see
I shall eat you and make you mine.
Maya, age 16
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