The Change

The Change

A Story by song writer
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This is one of my favorite things I wrote in my class I got a c+ on it for my bad grammar and other stuff but I'm not going to change it from my original version.

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The sun pops out of the sky and tells me to wake up. I flutter away from my home, and search for my glorious food. I find it the big beautiful purple flower. I can see all the spots of dark blue in the purple, and the powdery yellow pollen. I land into the small spot where it's bright yellow and sip on the sweet nectar. Finding it to my liking I try chugging it down with my straw like mouth. Pollen gets all over me sticking to my body, I try not sneeze so I won't get it on my wings. I fly away to the next flower, the pollen shifting a little in the air. I keep doing this until I come across the last flower. I think to myself that it's spring, and I have to find a spot for my little babies to be born. I find the perfect spot right under a giant leaf on a tree covered in moss tucked far away from the rest. It's right next to a big flower garden making it a beautiful sene of reds and greens. I put my babies right under the leaf before it gets dark. Flying to my home was scary because rain started pelting me in giant drops that kept drowning me. Falling fast to the ground, I think to myself I hope my babies are ok. All I see is a bright light right before I pass out.
Good morning I say to the sky in respect to my mom who died. My stomach growls at me making me crawl faster to a nice green leaf and eat the juicy edge. Once I get big enough I hope to become just like her well except for the whole dying part. My sisters and brothers have already gone through that process, and are beautifully orange in a very skillful black scale like pattern. I wish I could look like them, but being the runt of the family I'm going to change last. It was going to be any day now I was almost big enough. Having my fill of leafs I feel really tired. I just want to find a spot where I can rest. I find another leaf right beside the one I'm on, and climb on to it. I wiggle my way to the bottom and start cocooning myself.
Today is the day I think to myself as I rest a little before I begin to molt for the last time. Soon light turns to dark and dark turns to light over, and over again until I can't even remember what day it is. I just want to be free and fly to the sky. I start struggling wanting out of the cocoon, but I have to take a break after a few seconds. I continue on my mission until I can hardly move. I finally create a small opening in the hard shell, and force myself to keep going. Knocking against the hole took a lot of effort, but I got it big enough to make my way out. I try flying away but I can't seem to move. I'm scared I could get killed at any second. My wings feel wet so I flap them for an hour being careful not to cause attention to myself.
My wings feel fine, I think I can fly now. I'm scared but I know I have to go before something tries to eat me. I quickly look around trying to see if there's anything out there. I see nothing so I take off as fast as I can go. It takes me awhile to get used to flying I keep almost bonking into things and turning is really difficult. I make it to my brothers house to share the good news. He's not home though so I go to the flower fields to find him. My stomach growls at me as soon as I smell the aroma of fresh flowers. I take a break by landing on a dark red tulip and drink from its bitter sweet nectar. I noticed once I finished that my orange wings almost blended in with the tulip. Flying away from the tasty flower was hard but I had to get moving I needed to find my own home, it was getting dark. The sky was turning pink and orange when I finally found a good place to live under a very protective leaf in the maze of long grasses right next to the flowers. I close my eyes saying goodbye to the sky and fall into a deep restless sleep.

© 2015 song writer


Author's Note

song writer
I probably going to only put this one up because it was my favorite and I think all the other ones were boring except for my character sketch but I like the original version better and she made us revise it at the end so Ya.

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