Three months later...

"Remember what my anger management classes taught me, retrieve yourself from what's making you angry." My movements followed my words as I retracted my shaking hand from my laptop, dropping the flash drive on the wooden table beside it.

"Take three deep breaths before stating the reason why you becoming tempered," I repeated the words that Mr. Hopper drilled in my mind, as irritating as his repetition seemed to get, it was for the good of my mental health, apparently.

My gaze wandered down at the small flash drive as it taunted me with the smiley faces decorated around its cover. I couldn't entirely blame the small device as I was the brilliant artist who drew on it.

Finding it difficult to take three deep breaths, I continued to glare daggers at the flash drive as the small smiley faces began to slowly morph into smirking idiots.

Dismissing Dr. Hopper's advice and my parent's monthly spending on the class, I grabbed the flash drive with a death grip and continuously attempted to stick it into my laptop.

The more times, it landed on the side's of the opening, leaving scratches on my laptop because of my rough actions, the more my anger boiled with a need to kill.

"Come on! Come on stupid device! How hard is it to just fit? What have I ever done to you other than fill you with information, sure most were series but it's something!"

My eyes were narrowed into slight splits as I tried jamming the flash drive into the opening repeatedly. My breathing became heavy as my body began to heave erratically. Who knew that trying to put your flash drive into the side of your laptop could be relevant to PE exercise?

I felt a warm hand squeeze my shoulder and I jumped up on my seat in alert. I sharply turned to the person who disrupted my situation with questioning eyes and slumped down when it was none other than my mother.

She stared down at me with calm and passive smothering eyes while a warm smile graced her lips. I envied the way mom never once let her anger control her and after numerous attempts of asking, or well begging her for the secret, she replied with some explanation that I couldn't comprehend. All I recognized was the words, soil, Earth, happiness, and wrinkles.

"Daffodil." Mom began as she rubbed my unruly brown hair in a soothing manner. Both of my parents had a knack to refer to me by plant or flower names.

The knowledge of myself legally changing my name from Lilly-Rose (cue barf) to Pierson as a want for my seventh birthday, still hasn't settled in their minds. They favored the latter in the Pierson vs Lily-Rose contest.

It was a miracle that my younger self had the power to convince my parents to change my name when they seemed to call me anything but Pierson today.

"Ease the mind young sapling. Erase your tensions with inhaling the flowers and exhaling peace upon the world."

My mom pulled a chair out from the table and sat beside me as she demonstrated her way of simply taking a deep breath.

I tapped my finger on the desk, trying not to blow out to my mom that inhaling flowers would make my nose itch due to pollen and exhaling peace is just stupid, knowing that it takes one mind to cause an argument.

"Mom, your metaphors are not convincing me to take a deep breath in any way." I crossed my arms and stubbornly bit my lip. They were to blame for my childish antics since their ways always annoyed me.

"Inhale the flowers now growing rose. Inhale..." My father said as he walked into the dining room with a nature mask smothered on his face which looked like he dug his head in a pile of dirt but it was the norm in this household. He wore a loose green shirt and shorts with bare feet, the attire slightly matching my mom.

"Inhale..." They both chorused. "Okay okay geez, I'll inhale the flowers!" I took in a deep breath while grimly watching my parents close their eyes in happiness like they discovered a pot of gold.

Who would have thought, that breathing in the air would be so rewarding?

I narrowed my eyes at them, hoping that they would snap open their eyes and announce when I could take breath again because I was slowly dying over here.

"And blow out the peace." They murmured as they kept their eyes closed, letting out a breath. I choked on the air around me as I coughed continuously.

With watering eyes, I was able to detect dad running to the kitchen and then handing me a glass of water. With shaking hands, I downed the water and sighed once I was able to breathe again.

It took a total of three seconds for the taste to make itself known on my taste buds.

"What was in that?" I had to close my eyes and strain my body not to puke up the contents of that juice or rather, toxic waste. The flash drive in my hand now became an object prone to relief the anger as I squeezed the poor thing to the point of my palm stinging.

Once, I opened my eyes, I found dad nonchalantly smiling at my reactions as he began to move the last remaining boxes that stored my entire life.

"Don't be so quick to deny new things in the world daisy flower, there are many wonders that you have not discovered in life and turnips mixed with broccoli in water is one of them." He sang as he left the front door, leaving both three more boxes to move and me in a disgusted and angered state.

My mom's hand clasped around mine as she somehow managed to detach the flash drive from my palm. "Sunflower, you'll be off to college today and these emotions of stress and anger won't be welcomed in a life of happiness."

"I know mom. I'll try to be somewhat calm about things and yes, I won't use material objects as a means to get rid of my anger."

I tightly smiled and murmured under my breath, "I'll just have to punch bratty college kids instead."

"What was that honey?" Mom asked as she simply put the flash drive in my laptop slot. My mouth gaped open automatically. My mother was a superhero. "It was nothing." I managed to say as my mind was still captivated by my mom's ability.

She began transferring the movies onto my laptop while I decided to be useful and handled the three boxes that needed to be stored in the car.

My eyes connected with a box labeled ANGRY FRIENDS and I humorlessly laughed at dad's writing.

"Angry friends, really?" I asked as mom turned her gaze towards the box while a light chuckle followed after.

"Mom, how am I supposed to go through college angerless when the contents of this are in my dorm room? It's a constant reminder." I snapped as I dropped the box on the floor and quickly grabbed my pocket knife from my back jeans pockets.

Finding enjoyment of stabbing my knife through the tough duck tuck, I sighed and opened the box. Some may call me a psychopath.

"Are you serious? Mom!" I shrieked and scanned the objects in the box. I know I sounded like a preteen when in fact I was a young adult but plush teddies could do that to a person.

The sound of mom's light steps indicated that she wanted to see for herself as I couldn't force my head to turn, my eyes transfixed on the objects.

"Oh. I remember these." She picked up flushed toys that looked like they went through hell and war.

The poor teddies seemed to have a limited lifeline as eyes were missing and clothes were ripped into hanging shreds that were struggling to hold onto to their beaten frames.

"Well I was a messed up kid and I still am today," I commented as my hands dug deeper in the box as I came into contact with my plush balls that I squeezed to death as foam was hanging loosely around them.

"Do I have to take these with? I mean constant reminders, remember?"

"Flower, your mind might be telling you that you won't need these but you'll be away from home. Surely, you'll find yourself missing the items you used to cuddle with when you were a growing sapling." She began to tape the box up again while I reluctantly distanced myself from it, not wanting the toys to accompany me on one of my milestones.

"Mom, one of these days. I'm gonna forget that I'm a human by the number of times you and dad refer to me by plant names." I absentmindedly said as I picked up the two small boxes and walked behind my mom to the car.

Once I stepped outside, I was met by the glistening sun causing me to slightly close my eyes as I walked through the gardens.

Mom and dad have been working on this garden for a couple of years now and every single day I noticed that it's been growing bigger and bigger. The size expanding to the extent of there being no space for me to walk without crushing a small rose.

Constant times, they asked me to walk barefoot while outside, and my reaction was hilarious. I had to demonstrate the number of thorns that were lodged between the grass and plants.

A few more trips to the house and back presumed as we all made sure that I didn't forget anything. Once we packed the boxes, dad closed the trunk and attempted to run towards the car door.

"Since when was the paving this hot? My feet are sizzling!" He yelled as he dived inside the car.

"Since you guys decided on the no-shoe rule," I yelled, chuckling slightly as I sat in the back seat, trying my hardest not to turn this into an emotional scene by staring longingly at my house as we drove past.

Yet here I was, my eyes not straying away from the countless potted plants on the porch or every single one of the flowers that each have a name.

I will miss Sally and Brent the most...

I looked up at my bedroom window which had the aftermath of scraped off stickers stuck on the window, a result of my 10-year-old self.

The house was painted a bright green, the only house with the unique color in this neighborhood, and for the first time I was proud of my parent's taste in design.

Once my mom sat in the passenger's seat, dad started the car and we were off. I looked up feeling my mom's gaze on my form. "Aren't you nervous my Grown rose?"

"I never feel nervous mom. You should know this when I never once feared the dentist appointment or never cried when I got that rabies shot after I got bitten by our neighbor's dog." I shrugged.

"Destiny is telling me that things are going to be far different," Dad mutters but I ignore it. Not wanting to listen to their crazy talk.

Only a few minutes went by before I realized something.

"Shi- Shoot! I left the laptop at home!"

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I hope everyone enjoyed chapter 3!!! I know I didn't update like I said I would but I was stuck with my other book. I've decided to update both this book and Wingless on the same days.
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