Now what?

You pause and envision a tiny light bulb coming on over your head. "Uh, actually, I'm fresh out of Harzflower. I meant to get some more before school, but I just didn't have a chance. Do you have any that I could borrow?"

"Sure," the boy replies; "don't mention it." He opens his locker and produces a glass vial from his shirt pocket. "I'm gonna run on and explain to Coach Lupo the reason you're late. Is more abdominal pains a good reason?"

You say that it is and soon find yourself alone in the room. You don't know exactly what to do with the Harzflower, though. There's not enough that you feel comfortable eating it, but you feel silly just smelling it or rubbing it on your hands and face. More important, you're not sure that you want it to change you in the first place, but you can't just sit here all day. Should you snack on the flower petals? Look for a way out of the building? You hear commotion and realize that you don't have long to decide.

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

A bite of flower

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