Why the White Rose Turned Black
Beautiful things are born not
made. Take the rose, with its thorny stem and white bud. Not always but
sometimes the unlikeliest things are pure, as are the most beautiful,
and this rose white as it was held no thorns. As a solitary bud it had
no outside influences and as such stayed pure as the snow that landed on
it mind November when all roses perished and were not seen again until
spring.
What if next spring another pure white rose grew a tight bud
before it blossomed fully and beside it grew the more brazen red roses,
four of them bright and decadent. They attracted others to them and
delighted in their trashy beauty and tried many times to influence the
pure, white bloom. What if there was a girl called Rose whose hair was
blonde, her face pale and she wore a white gown. What if she was
considered the purest girl in the land. She had no others to influence
her, only a mother and father who were as pure in heart as her. As soon
as it became time for her to be taught the ways of the world.
Rose
attended school where other girls the same age would sit at desks
listening to the teacher scrawl on the blackboard on such topics as
math, science and English. When the girls got bored, not Rose of course,
they chattered amongst themselves, incurring their teacher's wrath in
the form of a board rubber projectile thrown in their direction as
punishment. Detention was what she ordered and Rose got placed in one
room along with four other girls who were less pure than her. Soon their
brazenness and decadence rubbed off on her.
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