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Dandelion , tell me text : Lucie havlová 6.0 ZADÁNÍ : A story based on a picture :
It hurt more than it should .
• a free setting , no worry what it will be , still make it a story
She wasn ’ t blind to the anger flowing around the house , slowly consuming her parents .
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Their hateful stares , their painful words . None of that was directed at Emily , yet they hurt her in every way possible . She was growing tired . Emily was lonely in her house . No amount of toys could replace her parents ’ love she desired so much . She was lonely , yet the house was full . She was growing tired . She was sitting by the stairs , listening in on the heated argument . Her parents were standing five feet away from each other as if they were also afraid that they would hurt the other . Their brows were furrowed ; there was thunder behind their eyes ; their mouth produced fuel , adding to the fire already burning . Emily could feel the heat ; it was slowly suffocating her . The little girl grew tired of the screaming . She couldn ’ t understand why they were constantly shouting , but she knew that she was beyond exhausted . She felt hurt and lonely in the burning house . And so , Emily ran . She let her little feet take her away . She let herself be carried by the wind and the feeling of wanted freedom . Her house burned behind her and she didn ’ t bother to look back . As she was running ,
Emily wondered if her parents noticed her despite them arguing . She wondered if they were chasing after her . She wondered what they would tell her . Would they also shout at her for running away ? Would they worry about her ? Would they even know ? Do they even know how is Emily feeling or was she no longer their number one ? Finding herself in the middle of a dandelion field , Emily collapsed on the ground . Her legs were hurting ; ringing echoed through her head ; her heart was broken . Her body was fragile - and so was the love between two people . A cry escaped her lips . Emily picked up a white dandelion , a lonely one in hundreds of yellows . She observed it as she let the tears flow . The dandelion was also fragile . “ Dandelion , tell me … why are they like this ?” The dandelion didn ’ t answer . “ Dandelion , tell me … do they love me ?” The dandelion didn ’ t answer . “ Dandelion , tell me … will it ever stop ?” The dandelion didn ’ t answer . “ Dandelion … I want them to love me again . Dandelion , tell me that they will love me again .” A light , warm breeze touched Emily ’ s wet cheeks . “ I wish for this to stop . Please , dandelion . I wish for them to love me !” Emily ’ s hot breath blew off the dandelion ’ s seeds and she watched as they withered around her , swaying in the gentle wind . They were free . Is Emily ’ s wish going to come true now ? She hoped it would . Yet , it still hurt more than it should . •