In my English class, the assignment was to write a story about how something of your choosing was created. I chose the snowdrops since I remember seeing them outside my window during my childhood, so they hold a very, very special place in my heart. 

I hope you enjoy :):):)

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Before there was winter, the weather was always bright and warm. The sky was a brilliant blue. The sun lit up the Earth, awakening everyone to a new day.

One day, a young girl wandered away from her family. A butterfly with various shades of blue on its wings had caught her attention. She followed the butterfly until she found herself in the midst of an endless meadow. Not knowing which way she came from, she ventured through the vast land of flowers.

She wandered around for a while, sometimes trying to retrace her steps, but she would end up farther than where she started. Tired from walking all day, she collapsed on a bed of flowers. A tear ran down her cheek and fell onto the ground. She felt sad. Forgotten. Alone. An emotion she never felt before.

The sun disappeared and the world grew dark and cold around her. Snow fell for the very first time, but she felt no different. The colors drained from the petals of the flowers as she lost more hope each day. All the flowers in the meadow shriveled up and died from the change in weather, except for one. Unlike the other plants, this one had no flowers - just a single stem with leaves sprouting along the sides of it. Her tears fell onto the plant, freezing into crystallized buds. The plant drooped toward the ground from the weight of the frozen teardrops. Days turned into weeks and she still laid upon the corpses of the once colorful flowers.

A shadow loomed over her and pulled her up into a tight embrace. She looked up at the newcomer to see her mother smiling down at her. She smiled back which brought back the sunshine and life to Earth. The snow stopped falling, the sun shone brightly once again, and the flowers grew back to their original state. Her frozen tears melted into tiny white buds that bloomed into flowers onto the plant that had no flowers, welcoming the new spring.

She walked home hand-in-hand with her mother that day. The white flowers eventually fell off as the warmer temperatures emerged.

Every winter a child would find themselves lost in the meadow. Their tears would freeze on the undead plant until their parents would eventually find them, signifying the transition into the spring season. These flowers became known as snowdrops and continue to grow to the present day.

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Now that I reread it, I noticed a few grammatical errors and awkward transitions... I'm going to leave it!!! Because nobody is perfect 

Right???

I'll change it eventually...

Not :P

Bye for now!!!