Rose: Namesake

The flower was, as usual, right in the middle of my locker. I had no idea how it had got there - it was almost always locked, hence the name locker - but there it was. A red thornless rose. It was almost as if my naesake were laughing at me.

I glared at it. Anger flared up inside me. I reached out to grab it and throw it in the bin.

The edges of the petals glowed and fire ran down the stalk and petals. The ash hung there for a moment, like a grey ghostly rose, and then it collapsed into a small pile in my locker.

I stepped back, slamming the locker door and locking it. What the hell?

I turned and ran straight into someone. 

Sorry it's short...

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