The White Rose (WIP)

For eight years, I have watched this girl grow up before my eyes, how much she has blossomed and become someone beautiful, not that I'd ever admit that to her, I'm not good enough for her, never will I be because she's the popular girl while I'm the shy, quite guy who's awkward around people, especially those of the opposite sex. She's like the red rose from which she was named, beautiful but concealing thorns that will draw blood when necessary, me, I'm the subtle, often forgotten white rose who's constantly found with his nose stuck in a book or observing the world around me.

With my nose stuck in a book most of the time I don't notice the little things like the fact that my right eye is slightly bigger than the left or the fact that my nose is kind of crooked, instead, I only notice the more prominent features like the dark hair that hangs in kind of a shag across my forehead and the striking blue eyes that are often hidden behind the hair. Most people don't expect the shock of blue they get when I actually make eye contact which I don't do very often.

Red Rose has told me that if I just got the courage to do something, she would follow me off the edge of the earth, she says I have that kind of personality that just draws people to me even though I am what most would call an introvert. Perhaps if I listened and wasn't so shy, I'd actually have more friends rather than just her.

I may be shy but that doesn't mean I won't speak up for what I think is right. Whenever I see someone unfairly treated, usually I'll speak up, even to Red Rose, I can't stand injustice which seems to be popular among the folks of the districts in general, perhaps it's because of what the Capitol does to us, not that I'm worried about being reaped, even if I was, I can handle an axe.