A Wilting Flower
16th Day of Running, Year 7
Wow, the first time I’ve ever written in you. I suppose that I should introduce
myself. My name is Mana, and I’m a green Techo. I’m my owner’s first and only
pet. We live on a steep, grassy hill in Mystery Island. Our home is small, but
cozy, and despite only living in it for a few days, I’ve already dug out a mini
garden outside my window, but it’s lacking flowers or any vegetation at all,
I like it here, mostly. Well, except for Neoschool. That is a bad place that
my owner makes me go to. Oh, don’t get me wrong; I get good grades. In fact,
I’m at the top five in my class. It’s just that the other pets aren’t very nice
to me. If you said that I had no friends, I’d tell you willingly that you are
making a completely accurate assumption. I just haven’t quite found my niche
yet. See, I’m really shy, and being “the new kid” doesn’t help at all. Ah well,
I get by, I suppose.
Oh yes, and there’s another thing, too. I absolutely love flowers! Now, like
I said, the garden outside my window is very barren, but there’s a reason for
that. When it actually comes to growing flowers, I’m extremely challenged. I
still love looking at them and the smell of them is so calming. But, before
I forget, I do have one flower. It’s a pebeanjay, and it’s sitting on my wooden
bedroom window sill. Unfortunately, it’s doing poorly at the moment, just as
all other flowers I’ve ever attempted to grow have been. It has an unnaturally
brown stem and really droopy leaves right now. Ma says that it isn’t dying,
and it’ll have a little more kick in its step a few days from now, but I’m doubtful.
The doubt is only a seed, though, and I am wading in a lot of hope right now,
so I won’t give up. That flower is going to bloom if it’s the last thing I do.
Heh, thinking about it, maybe that’s a bad promise to make.
Your new friend,
17th Day of Running, Year 7
Sometimes I just want to quit Neoschool! Today, I was going through the usual
torturous lunch hour trying to find a table to sit at where I wouldn’t get made
fun of. Well, I was standing helplessly in one spot in the cafeteria when the
“popular” group in my grade called me over to sit with them. I should have known
better, but I was so ecstatic at the time to actually get noticed that I ran
right over. I sat in the only seat left, and was extremely surprised when I
felt something mushy beneath me. Lo and behold, there were mashed potatoes from
today’s lunch on my part of the bench seat! It was so embarrassing that I could
feel my green cheeks grow hot on the spot. Tears were burning up in my eyes,
but my pride would not allow them to fall. The worst part was that nobody even
apologized! Every one of them just sat there, pointing and laughing, and were
accompanied by every other pet in the lunch room. I absolutely hate them!
My flower isn’t doing very well, either. It’s still extremely wilted. I’m not
sure what I’m doing wrong, either. It gets new water everyday and fresh soil
frequently. Maybe it just needs someone to talk to it. I read about that in
a botany book I borrowed from the library. I guess I could try chatting with
it a little bit later. Plants need friends, too, I suppose…just like me.
Oh well, I’m going to go eat now. I’m starving; didn’t get to eat lunch today.
18th Day of Running, Year 7
Guess what? There’s a new pet in school! Her name’s Jarcie and she’s a shadow
Tonu. Isn’t that wonderful? Maybe I should explain my reasoning. See, if there’s
a new pet, that means I’m no longer new! So now the other Neopets won’t
pick on me anymore! And who knows? Maybe I’ll actually be able to make some
I suppose I feel sort of bad because the new Tonu doesn’t know what she’s going
to be going through, but I’d definitely rather have it be her than me. Mostly
all of the other kids just shunned her and continued to ignore me today, though.
I’m sure that someone will talk to me soon. Right?
My flower is still not looking well, although it has seemed to have perked
up a little bit since yesterday. I’m beginning to think that this “talking to
your plant makes it grow better” advice is more than just a myth. I haven’t
watered it yet, and my owner gave me some of this plant food stuff, so hopefully
it’ll get better soon!
19th Day of Running, Year 7
I was very wrong yesterday. The kids at Neoschool are still picking on me.
Some yellow Usul I didn’t know tripped me in the hall and a red Buzz slammed
my locker shut before I was done in with it. Apparently, they didn’t hate me
because I was new, the hated me because I’m me. It isn’t fair!
And Jarcie, she’s treated just as poorly as I am. I think that tomorrow I’m
going to ask her if she wants to sit with me at lunch. Even if I can’t provide
popularity, the least I could do is keep her from falling into the same traps
that I did. Maybe I’m just saying that because I feel guilty from what happened
See, today those “popular” pets played the same mashed potato trick on Jarcie
as they did to me a few days ago. I think that their limited brain capacity
prevents them from coming up with more that one prank. Anyway, Jarcie was so
upset that she ran out of the cafeteria with tears running down her face. I
almost went to go comfort her, but I was really still holding out for someone
to talk to me this afternoon. At the time, I thought that helping a person who
was being picked on could have hurt my chances! Of course, I know that sounds
awful and I deeply regret thinking that way now.
Oh yeah, my pebeanjay is looking worse today then it did yesterday. The bud
still refuses to show its face and the leaves see, especially frail. Although
the stem is beginning to turn a stale green color, which isn’t horrible I guess.
I suddenly don’t feel very well. I think that I need to lie down. Maybe I won’t
go to Neoschool tomorrow.
20th Day of Running, Year 7
My owner made me to go Neoschool today. It wasn’t as ad as I thought it would
be. See, I was standing in the usual long lunch line right in front of Jarcie,
when I finally worked up enough courage to ask her to sit next to me at lunch.
Jarcie hesitated, but finally said, “Okay,” in a quiet, unsure voice. I think
that she was afraid that I’d tease her like the other kids.
Well, anyway, we sat at that lunch table in the farthest back corner of the
cafeteria. You know, that table with the spaghetti sauce stain under it that’s
been there since Year 5, and the bench seat that’s broken in half. Oh, don’t
worry, we sat on the benches that were still whole. Well, she was pretty shy,
but then again, so was I. Still, it was a start, and our classmates only threw
a few insults our way that lunch hour, which is an improvement.
The flower is also doing better than it was yesterday. The stem is almost a
natural green color, finally, and the leaves are brightening up as well as looking
healthier. I think the plant food helped a lot. Maybe, just maybe, I have more
of a green thumb than I.
Jarcie might become my first friend on Mystery Island that isn’t a plant.
21st Day of Running, Year 7
Jarcie and I got to talking at lunch this afternoon. I learned that her family
moved from Terror Mountain and she’s an only child, just like me. She’s actually
really nice; the other pets don’t have a right to make fun of her. They don’t
even know her. Then again, they don’t have a right to make fun of me, either.
However, there is good news. Jarcie and I might go to the beach tomorrow! Maybe
she really is my friend…
And, oh! You’ll never believe what happening to the pebeanjay! The leaves and
the stem are both the normal green hue! Isn’t it wonderful? And I think
that the bud has opened up just a little bit. But that might just wishful thinking.
It’s probably not really true; my owner can’t see a difference.
I think that I actually want to go to school tomorrow for once.
Happy as a Puppyblew,
23rd Day of Running, Year 7
Sorry that I didn’t write in you yesterday! Jarcie and I got back from the
beach late, and then I still had homework, so I didn’t have much free time.
We had a lot of fun at the beach! I don’t think that I’ve ever been outside
for such a long period time. But being by the ocean is just indescribable. The
soft sand bent and sculpted under my green Techo feet with every move that I
made. And the warm sun soaked through my skin and gave me quite a sunburn! Oh
well, I had too much fun to care! We walked around the beach, splashed in the
water, and hit the blow-up beach ball back and forth. Other than all of that,
nothing else really happened that was exciting yesterday.
But today was different, well, sort of. We, Jarcie and I were outside on the
swings during recess. It was a good time because we were laughing, talking,
and things like that. But then, these two mean Neopets, a starry Lupe and a
green Poogle came up behind us and dumped the black rubber seats of the swing,
with us in them, right over! Ugh, it was so embarrassing! And, at the time,
the worst part was that under the swings was this puddle of mud. At first I
felt like I was about to cry, but Jarcie and I looked at each other. She had
a huge mud spot on one of her ears, two little drops on her horn, and all four
of her paws were covered in the grown goop. Quite honestly, she looked hilarious!
And I must have looked equally silly, because she started laughing her contagious
Before we knew it, both of us were lying in fits of giggles, kicking our feet
in the air and gasping for breath. The two bullies kind of edged away slowly,
giving us odd looks.
Ah yes, and the flower! It’s finally noticeably opening up! I’m so excited
that my pen’s shaking as I write. All the watering, sunlight, plant food, and
talking to is paying off so far! This is one of the first things that I’ve ever
managed to do right in my life. Wow, that looks terribly pathetic in writing…
24th Day of Running, Year 7
Today was the first day since I’ve been in Mystery Island that a pet didn’t
even try to pick on me! Well, no one exactly made efforts to try and be my friend,
either, but I really don’t care anymore. I don’t need them. Who cares about
what those “popular” Neopets think? See, I always wanted a friend who would
like me for who I am and not care about how low on the totem pole I sat. And
I found that one pet; she’s a shadow Tonu and her name is Jarcie. We’re going
to be friends until the end, I can tell.
The pebeanjay is in full bloom. The petals of the beautiful purple flower are
showing its face and are no longer hiding its true colors from society’s eye.
It’s taking matters into its own leaves, and not hanging back to see what everyone
else does. I am so excited for it, and so grateful that it kept me occupied
and in good company during my darker days. A companionship with a flower may
sound crazy, but trust me, it comes in handy sometimes. We had a mutual relationship
of sorts; with both of us depending on the other. I’m going to go plant it into
our garden later, so that it can thrive in a more natural environment than my
room. But each and every day I’ll be able to see it out my window.
Of course, I can’t forget about you, my journal. You listened to my confessions
and thoughts when it seemed like no one else cared. Without you, I’m not sure
how I would have been able to get by, and that’s the truth. Now that I have
a real friend, though, I think it’s time that you were retired. At first I thought
about burning you, because it would be a symbol of forgetting my past days and
looking forward to the new ones. But that would be like setting an old friend
on fire, and I just can’t do that. So onto my bookshelf you will go. Perhaps
one day I’ll need you again, and I’ll go and write about something in my life.
You were a wonderful companion, and I will miss sharing my life with you.
If you’ll excuse me, now, Jarcie just walked in our front door downstairs.
We’re going to go sledding down Terror Mountain as an overnight trip, since
we don’t have Neoschool tomorrow! You’re the best, journal.
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