Rosaceae Rosa

By: Joanne 9 Andes

                  I wake up to the sun streaming into my eyes and the rooster crowing its daily hymn. Cock-a-doodle- doo, cock-a-doodle-doo. I sit up on my bed lazily, not wanting to start another day. My warm bed asking me to lay back down and doze off for another hour. I am going lay back but then I hear my mommy shouting in the middle of my hazy morning mood.

                  “Aaron, come down son, breakfast is ready! It’s your favorite blue waffles for today!” Oooo, waffles! The smell of that fluffy blue goodness struck my nose. The sweet, sweet scent of soft syrup goes through my mind. Instructing my brain to go down immediately. I run downstairs attacking each step of the stairs I take, eager to devour ten plates of my favorite waffles. Mommy said blue waffles can make me strong and grow taller. I want to be like my dad. He’s really tall; he brought me a stone from the moon the other day. Dad’s not home for breakfast right now, maybe he’s back at his office, catching the stars.

                  “Mommy, may I go outside to play with Trucky and Miranda ?”  Mommy looks at me attentively. Examining the gold mess on top of my head. Tousled gold locks that seem to disturb my mom. She tidies it up a little and smiles. “Of course dear, you may. Just remember to be back before lunch”. I smile back.

                  Straight after breakfast I take the red fire truck mommy gave me on my 8^th birthday last year. I call it Trucky, he’s my best-best friend. Besides of Trucky my other best friend is Miranda. She’s my neighbor, my favorite one.  I can’t wait to meet her! I dash outside and call her through the fence.

“Mirandaaaa, Mirandaaa! Come on let’s go and play! The sun is up!”

“Wait! Let me get Rosie first!”, Miranda said.

“Okay! I’ll wait for you, don’t forget to open the gate for me!”, I replied.

“Sure!”

                  Rosie is Miranda’s doll no one knows where she got it. Exactly a month ago today, Miranda disappeared. I was very sad; Miranda’s parents called the police and reported a possible kidnapping. But she just popped back three days later in her backyard, hugging Rosie with a big smile on her face. No one knows what happened, where did she went or the person who took her. It is kind of weird I admit.

                  Suddenly a loud voice interrupts my thoughts. Miranda is waving her hand in front of my face while shouting my name, trying to get my attention.

“Aaron, Aaaaaroooooonnnn, AAAROOOOON!”

“Uh, uh yeah? What?”

“Mommy said I should finish my breakfast first, why don’t you go to the backyard first and I’ll catch up with you.”

“ Okay sure..”

                  Miranda is still holding Rosie as she walks back inside her house. Rosie is very pretty, with those bouncy ringlets of hair perfectly decorated with a red bow. Her eyes are very unique, a deep set of purple. She is wearing one of those princess gowns, red, with sparkly rubies sprinkled on the puffy skirt.

                  As I walk into Miranda’s backyard, the first thing that I see is this very big bush of red roses. Usually I just walk pass it, but today it’s scent is very captivating. I can’t help but wanting to smell just one of it’s flawless bloom. I take a step closer to the rose bush, inhaling the beautiful scent of sweet-sweet raindrops. I close my eyes as the smell overpowers me.

                  When I open my eyes, I am not in Miranda’s backyard anymore; I don’t know where I am. All around me is the scent of roses and a lot of other kids playing. This place is so bright! Suddenly, someone pokes my shoulder and said. “Come with me little boy, I will give you a gift of your choosing”. I follow him not knowing where we are going.