The Week Wallflower Lost Her Mind

How is she still ignored? How is that everyone is still not seeing her? She learned to live with that, even after losing that precious stone that erased all the memories, she was just there in class sitting in her corresponding place without saying a word, not that she could say a thing because not even teachers gave her attention at all, deep inside she was tired of being ignored but there was indeed not much else she could do to with that; she was a stutend, just a gardener, her name was Wallflower Blush.

She loved to stay in the back garden of the school, she was part of the club that took care of that maginificent collection of plants, it wasn't lonely at all... that what she thoughts.

"At least you can't ignore me..." She whispered while checking on some of flower's dirt state, a little dry, she knew the reason why it was like that and knew how to fix it, she had a bag of fertilizer at her reach and used it to help the plant get a little healthier. "I still don't get how this... shit works, literally" She joked but of course no one answered or laughed at it, a sudden sad glance ran across Wallflower's face as she punched the bag of fertilizer getting a little dirty as some of it sticked to her hand. "Dang it... of course..."

The fountain was too far to actually clean herself on there and neither had the hose of water on full capacities; it were without water for nearly a full month and no one checked her request to fix it, everything was great of course. She cleaned her hand on her trousers, they wouldn't call much attention as they already had stains of mud all over it, after that she noticed something scratchy against her skin and something moving around.

"It must be a cricket..." She told to herself before returning home, whatever she felt it was still there crawling slowly inside the woman's clothes. Nothing could go wrong... right?