Everyone seemed either brutally injured or heavily traumatised after the School tradegy a week ago and Baz, feeling lucky that it didnât go worse for him then it did, just wanted to pay it forwards, do a good deed, if thatâs what it could be called, he just wanted to fill the envirement with peaceful and nice wibes again, the fear and sadness which filled their little town now on days was almost overbearing. It was probably cheesy, and even silly, but what the fuck did he care? he did what he wanted whenever he wanted and he didnât even need a specific reason and he did not care what others thought of it. Thatâs why he walked around the neighbour hood, taping a single rose on each door of each house he passed. He had a bag filled with white, red, pink,blue, yellow and orange rosses, picking a random color for each door, planning on it putting a smile to people faces, he had however, not planned on any of those faces opening the door and catch him in the middle of the actâŚ..
For a moment she stood there, almost forgetting that she was planning on leaving due to the sudden appearance of a boy on her stoop. Someone she somewhat recognized from school but couldnât put a name to the face âWhat are you doing?â She snapped, arms crossed over her chest in an unwelcoming manner.
