• I met a red rose her name was Ib, she looked lost and told me she was looking for her friends. As we searched we found a blue rose by the name of Garry, he was happy to see Ib again and even happier she wasn't hurt. After he heard the situation they where in we continued are search for the last rose Mary. Hours upon hours of endlessly walking we finally found a yellow rose and Mary there to hug Ib, and Gary. I was happy to see the three of them together yet I felt a little lonely too.

    When they asked me what was wrong I told them I was lonely, the three of them smiled and said “We’ll be your friends.” I wanted to cry but my smile wouldn't let me, I now have friends and I’m glad their always with me.