Just a note: Hello! My Best Friend actually wrote this, and gave me permission to publish it :D Her name is Rosemary and she loves to write, she just does not have enough money to buy a computer. If I win, she will be getting the money, so that she can be closer to buying a writing device. Thanks! Juliette & Rosemary
As I stare up at the beautiful stars, and I remember when I was little, how I dreamed about having a prince. Little did I know that soon I would.
I woke up that day in the middle of the night, I think I had a nightmare or something. I check my Phone.
I decide that David is probably just a late sleeper all of the sudden and that my phone is broken. I mean, it is an iPhone 7 so it makes sense.
I get out of bed, go down the stairs to the kitchen, and make some coffee. My husband must have heard me because he comes down the stairs and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“What time is it honey?” he asked, in a tired voice.
“2:31” I say, groaning.
“I should probably get ready for work.”
“And I would like to get back to bed, or at least try.” I say, starting up the stairs.
He grabs my hand and stops me.
“Meet me at the Diner, at 5:00.”
“Why?” I ask, curiously.
“It’s a surprise.” He says mysteriously, and he walks out the door.
“I wonder what he’s planned now…” I think to myself.
At noon, I go to work. I own my own business, called Laura, were I sell childrens clothing, toys, and art supplies. We had a pretty good day, a total of 29 customers, which is pretty good. I check my watch. 4:42. I ask my Twyla, my fellow employee, if she can close the store today, and she says yes.
As I drive back home, I say to myself, “I think I have time to change…”
I open the door, and walk up the stairs, and I change into a nice summer dress, with little tulips on it. Tulips are a bit like me. Shy on the outside, Outgoing on the inside.
I get back in my car, aand turn on the radio.
“Reports of a car crash on Elderberry Street, Do not drive near, or you could get hurt. I’m Jack Griffin from LBC News. Here is your daily weather report.”
I turn off the radio. I check what street I’m on.
I decide that it is fine and I’ll be ok, just two more blocks until the diner.
All of a sudden my head bangs forward, Hitting the wheel. I slowly lift my head up to see the pile of cars in front of me. I was in the car crash. Suddenly another car crashes into my car, and my leg and hip twist in a way I don’t think they should. Everything goes blurry. Then Black.
I wake up in the hospital, with 3 doctors and 1 nurse around my bed. They are all whispering to each other. I look down.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!” I holler in horror.
“Yes, Laura, You dont have legs, we know.” Says one of the doctors.
“Wha...What happened?” I ask, nervous to hear the answer.
“In the crash your hip broke, which led to your main bone structure in both of your legs to break. The only thing we could do was remove your legs.” Says a nice looking Nurse. She remiends me of a sunflower. Big and strong on the outside. Small and kind on the inside.
“Oh no!! My David was waiting for me!” I say trying to get out of the bed.
One of the doctors holds me back.
“You are not going anywhere.” He says.
“At least tell him where I am docto-”
I’m interrupted by someone bursting into the door. It’s David.
“Laura! Your Ok!” He says, relieved.
“Yes, But I feel terrible about not making it to the Diner.” I say, looking down at where my legs used to be.
“That is the last thing I’m worried about right now honey.” He says.
He asks the doctors and nurses to leave the room for a minute.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I saw David, kneeling on the ground, holding the most beautiful ring you have ever seen.
“Laura Brown, Love of my life, will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife?” He says, and I feel the butterflies from his stomach go to mine.
All the sudden the doctor rushed in, and pulled my bed out of the room. I am partly grateful, because, if I'm being truly honest, I don’t know what I would have said.
The next day, I’m in a wheelchair. I call David and tell him to come to my room. Once he arrives, I simply say,
He beams at me. And I beam right back at him. He holds my hand, and I give it a little squeeze.
The doctor says I can finally go home. David pushes my wheelchair, and he helps me into the car.When we are driving home, he holds my hand the whole time, and the hand he is not holding, I find myself rubbing the ring. The ring is beautiful, it has a rose on it. Bright and bold on the outside. Pretty and loyal on the inside. We turn on the radio, and listen to the music. I realize how lucky I am. To be with David. To be alive. I am Grateful. I am Grateful for David. I am Grateful for the nurses. I am Grateful for the doctors. I am Grateful for myself and being who I am. I begin to realize, Maybe, just maybe, I am a rose. Bright and bold on the outside. Pretty and loyal on the inside.
Once we get home, It is 10:52 and I go outside to look at the stars. David comes out and hands me some tea. I stare at my prince, and I think to my self that I really am a rose. I look at my ring on my finger, Bright and bold on the outside. Pretty and Loyal on the inside.