The Queen of Scrubs
A Human Crutch
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"It's easier to take care of plants than people"
Quincy wasn't thrilled with his parents when his parents moved him from their small home in Georgia, to the bustling city of New York. It was freezing in the Winter, and there was no room in their small apartment for a garden, and he was forced to take his seeds to the balcony, knowing that they'd wilt away in the cold season. His parents thought he was quite strange, a boy his age shouldn't be so weird. Quincy was always a loner. Other boys being into sports, or other things rather than keeping plants for company. He never attended school basket ball games, and he didn't participate in any clubs. And ever since his family had moved him away from that beautiful garden in their backyard....away from his grandmother who supported him so much in his love for flowers....he truly had nothing. No flowers, no friends, no anything. "You'll like it here!" his parents had said. "A fresh start!" they promised. "You'll make friends here!" they told him. Lies. All....lies.
Quincy groaned, walking to school that day with his mom. Two days before the hell would begin. He looked down at his bandaged legs, and his scuffed sneakers. He didn't want to see this school. He didn't want to meet the principal. "It'll be good for you!" his mom had told him. Lies. Always the lies.
"It's easier to take care of plants than people"
Quincy wasn't thrilled with his parents when his parents moved him from their small home in Georgia, to the bustling city of New York. It was freezing in the Winter, and there was no room in their small apartment for a garden, and he was forced to take his seeds to the balcony, knowing that they'd wilt away in the cold season. His parents thought he was quite strange, a boy his age shouldn't be so weird. Quincy was always a loner. Other boys being into sports, or other things rather than keeping plants for company. He never attended school basket ball games, and he didn't participate in any clubs. And ever since his family had moved him away from that beautiful garden in their backyard....away from his grandmother who supported him so much in his love for flowers....he truly had nothing. No flowers, no friends, no anything. "You'll like it here!" his parents had said. "A fresh start!" they promised. "You'll make friends here!" they told him. Lies. All....lies.
Quincy groaned, walking to school that day with his mom. Two days before the hell would begin. He looked down at his bandaged legs, and his scuffed sneakers. He didn't want to see this school. He didn't want to meet the principal. "It'll be good for you!" his mom had told him. Lies. Always the lies.