After a very girly moment in Celeste’s new life (OK, it was only going to be a year) she composed herself and went to her room to unpack. It was wide and had a window with a lovely view outdoors. There was a pool, an outdoor court and a Greenhouse. Celeste had never been very fond of plants because her mother hated them. She only accepted the couple of flowers fans gave her after her concerts. Other than that, no plants where allowed near her; ever. That was until Celeste moved in with her aunt (who was actually a plant lover). Even though Celeste hated insects, she would try to ignore them whenever she visited her aunt’s small greenhouse. It was full of purple, red, pink, yellow, and light blue flowers, exotic-looking plants of all colors and sizes, and a small weeping willow tree.
She always felt so calm and serene whenever she was inside her aunt’s beloved greenhouse. The plants almost acted as if they where soothing and singing a lullaby quietly for her ears only. Celeste’s eyes widened, along with her smile, when her eyes came across the panel roofs of the Greenhouse. It was just what she needed to calm down her nerves, anxiety, and excitement; a visit to the plants’ realm.
She slowly made her way downstairs to the first floor watching and memorizing every single detail of the building she was going to spend the rest of the year in. It may have looked very plain to the naked eye, but for Celeste, it was very different. She tends to see things in a different perspective, and sometimes that’s what stands out the most of her. She was different in many ways; she thinks differently, she acts differently, she listens differently, and most importantly she lives differently.
As she arrived to the first floor, she quickly crossed all the rooms in it and made her way outside to hopefully be able to see inside the Greenhouse. It seemed as though it was camouflaged with its surroundings. It was made of brick, but a thick layer of bindweed was swallowing the building from the outside. Celeste smiled and skipped towards the ancient-looking building. The main door was closed (much to Celeste’s liking), so she decided to check the back door. Luckily it was unlocked. With a final look at her surroundings, and making sure no one was following her or saw her enter the Greenhouse, Celeste opened the door and stepped inside. She took a long breath, catching the smell of freshly watered plans and looked around taking in everything that made up the school’s beautiful Greenhouse.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Greenhouse.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Me, myself and I.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: “I may not be very fond of insects, but I think I’ll be coming to the Greenhouse more often.”
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: It’s short, and I apologize for it. Grammar is not my forte; never has and never will. Sorry if I have any mistakes with it or with the spelling (though I’m using spell-check).