A Rose by Any Other Name...

by Sam
(Fordland, Missouri, USA)

It was a dark and stormy night. No, that isn't right.

Actually, it was a normal day at the local high school, until History class for a certain sophomore, who was surreptitiously folding an origami model while his history teacher droned on about the kami. No, he wasn't lecturing about a type opf origami paper, he was talking about the Japanese gods. Our hero (well, okay, it was actually me) finished the last few precreases and began to collapse his model, a simple, yet beautiful origami rose he had learned from origami-fun.com.
As the lecture concluded and the teacher reutrned to his computer for the few remaining minutes of the class period, a pretty girl sitting in front of the sophomore turned around.
"What will that one be?" she enquired.
"A rose," our hero responded.
"Can I have it when you're done?"
"If you'd like."
When she received the rose, the girl was delighted. She was so delighted, in fact, that she gushed about it to her friends, making them very jealous. She loved it so much, she might even have asked me out. She might have, if she didn't already have a boyfriend...