Surrounded by Orchids

[Juliet Everdeen]

One of the most beautiful places at Verona Preparatory was the gardens located a few minutes from the school. They were filled with hundreds of flowers; the scent from each filled the garden and could put anyone in a calm and relaxed mood. In the center was a large, intricately designed fountain; a series of stone paths throughout the garden lead to it. Most of the students would lounge around the fountain and gossip. But not Sophia.
Currently she was toward an end of the gardens, surrounded by orchids; her favorite flower. She was sitting on the swept stone path, her back pressed against a stone bench. Her slender legs were stretched out in front of her, showing off her plum colored suede Lanvin knee high boots and the top of the lacey thigh high’s she was wearing. Next to her was a discarded history text book and a taupe Madelline satchel. But her attention was focused on the freshly plucked orchid in her manicured hands.
She was twirling it in her hand, ignoring the soft tinkle her cheap bangles made, as her blue eyes analyzed the flower. It was such a simple flower, yet so beautiful, filled with meaning; most people loved roses; too obvious of a flower though. No one understood the orchids. Though, somehow, her mother did. To Sophia, her mother was as daft as they got; blonde and big breasted with a seemingly perfect body and a high pitched voice; she was everything Sophia hated. But her mother loved flowers; she appeared to know almost as much about flowers as she did fashion. Her mother favored roses though .
Yet for some reason, she decided her Sophia was an orchid; her little orchid. At first she said that orchids symbolized beauty and her Sophia was beautiful. Then another time she said they symbolized luxury and her life was very luxurious. After that it was strength, and to survive in her ‘type of world’ you had to be strong in order to withstand the gossip and criticism. Recently though, Sophia discovered they meant love too; not from her mother though. Sophia frowned at the flower, her eyes thoughtful. If she had beauty, luxury, and strength, would she have love too?
After a few minutes of staring at the orchid, she sniffed it lightly, enjoying its sweet scent before laying it gently near the hem of her short pleated skirt. Sighing softly she laid her head back on the bench, her long blonde hair spreading out over it. Her eyes stared up at the sky, it was warmly toned; the sun was setting. Smiling lightly she folded her hands over her lap waiting for the sun to set.

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