Note: I’m sorry this is longer then 175 words but this is as concise as I can get this particular story. Enjoy!
One day, Tina and Trisha were smoking and breaking sunflowers in an elderly lady’s flowerbeds across from their high school. Kayla witnessed the carnage and felt bad she hadn’t intervened. She knocked on the old woman’s door:
“I’m sorry,” Kayla said. “I should’ve stopped those girls from destroying your sunflowers. I was afraid.”
The woman named Janice smiled, “I have lived here fifty-years and each year, students break my sunflowers. It’s okay. How old are you, dear?”
“Eighteen, in my last semester of high school. I’m going to Brown in the Winter.” Kayla said proudly. Janice smiled and invited Kayla in for coffee.
Tina and Trisha were back in Janice’s flower beds the following day. With their cigarettes, they started a fire. Trisha pushed Kayla into the burning sunflowers as Kayla shouted at them to stop.
A cold blast of water put the fire out. Kayla saw Tina and Trisha running away from the flowerbeds soaked. A hot guy smiled at Kayla.
” You stood up to those girls,” the hot guy said. “Gran Janice said you were too afraid before. Her and I were having coffee and saw those girls setting a fire and pushing you in. I came to help. Gran said you’re someone I should know.”
“Devon right?” Kayla said eyeing Janice’s hot grandson. He smiled, pulled Kayla to her feet, and held her hand in his.