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They scorned her. They didn't talk to her, but pointed and laughed as she walked by. They messed with her things and said nonsensical things to her when she found out. She didn't spend any time with them because they ignored her.
The soil was placed in the hole. With the small seed-like objects that were thrown in, it was certain to nourish the small bush. It was a sweet-scented bush and it's flowers, when they bloomed, were known to be some of the most colourful.
Undone by a puddle. A few drops of water spashed on the ground. Who could of thought that such a thing could ruin a dress. Not just any dress either. THE Dress. The dress for her cousin's wedding. The dress that she had to wear, now ruined.
Ah, pins. My secret shame. I keep so many hidden in my drawers, like secret treasures, just for me. All for me. And me only.
No one touches the pins of mine.