Ken twisted the handle to his room. It was a basic room, a bed, a desk, a bathroom. All things you would expect from a room. But in the corner of the room was a pot. A teal colored pot with leaf patterns on it. A regular plant was inside the pot. The plant was a gift from his uncle, it livened up his desaturated room.

Ken set his bag down and looked fondly at the plant. It hung loosely, but it was filled with spirit. Its droopiness added to its charm. Ken's uncle got it for him because this kind of plant was easy to take care of. It could be left alone for more than a day without water and it needed minimal sunlight. His droopy green friend was strong and hardy.

Ken had no worries for him or at least that's what he had told himself. The next day he returned from school and in his room was a cat. An old cat, a cat given to him by someone who barely passed as a friend. Ken stared at the cat, and the cat stared at him. Intelligence, Ken saw a glimpse of intelligence in the cat's eyes. It sneered.

Then he looked at his plant and frowned. The pot was knocked over. Everyone in the house knew he liked this plant. They knew not to mess with it. He huffed but got the plant upright. Its green a little less spirited. Ken shooed the old cat away and gave the plant some water.

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"Who did this to you?" Ken spoke but his green friend was silent.

"Too scared to speak huh?" A frown. Not from the plant, but himself. He left the matter to rest. The next day was a weekend and Ken returned home after hanging out with his friends from school.

Ken's door was creaked open, curious he peeked. He saw a cat. A mean cat that was bullying a plant. Ken frowned once more and busted into the room. The cat jumped at the sound and hissed. The plant had its roots pulled out of the pot. His friend was on the ground. His friend was hurt and he did nothing about it. Ken sighed and spoke to himself.

"Guess its time I replace it." Ken was sluggish but he had no choice. What's done was done. No one could change that fact.

The next day Ken walked into his room with a box. A quiet meow came from the box. Ken looked down at his new friend, a kitten. Friends come and go, but bad friends should be the ones to leave first. In the corner of the room from his colorful pot, Ken's droopy green friend greeted him. The old feline was no where to be seen.