Weird weeds... solo finished

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Word Count--- 477

October 27th, 2023 ---Date

Alexander was armed and ready, well as ready as he thought he could be. And by armed he had a small hand shovel and some gloves, and a decent sized bag. Not much, he thought it would work well for the task that was at hand. One of the professors had an errand that needed to be done. Weeding. This was something he helped at with time to time at home, so he thought that this would be almost the exact same. Only with some weird looking weed.

He steeped onto the grounds, wearing some clothing that he would not care if it got dirty. That being an already quite stained gray t-shirt, and some pants he was not fond of. He left any and all jewelry back in his dorm room, He really did not want to lose any of that. So on the grounds he made his way closer to the forbidden forest then he would normal be. To be fair he did stay very far away most days. All the things he had hear that were in there, well it kinda scared him. He only got close enough to the point were he could see the weeds.

The odd looking plant, he smelled it before he saw anything. "Oh.. oh my.. Thats- thats bad..." He would mutter to himself as he got nearer to the first on that he saw. It was bad, he may have been over dramatizing it. Alex still put his gloved hand over his nose, causing only temporary relief. When he looked at it, he could see why they wanted it gone. It really stood out on the grass. All dark, and red, Alex kneeled down were he plunged the shovel into the soil, were he then started to uproot the weed. Doing his best to get all the roots. It got to the point were he could grab it and put it in the bag he brought to dispose of them in.

He used his hand to pick it up, it felt squishy in his hands, so as fast as he could he put it in the bag. The smell, and the feeling were telling him to just leave it at the one. Alex did not listen to his feelings as the job needed to be done. He did not know how many people would be helping out, so he wanted to at least fill up the bag he brought. Even if it was an unpleasant thing to do. He took a deep breath, and pressed on. He moved to the next weed, and the next, and kept going on until the bag he brought was full. Still empty enough to close it, witch help him with the smell. He walked with it at an arms length as he found out how to dispose of them.