Out Of The Woods [H.s]

Olive Ch. 5

"I'm one of those people that you have to keep your eye on, or i'll wander off into the woods and forget to come back" ~ Unknown

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The woods is the best place you can pretend your in a different time period where, you were who you were, but you aren't really judged by it, there is no fashion so that wouldn't have to matter, You can just truely let yourself be. However it only really works when your alone, It's very easy to remember where you really are when you have someone with you.

Unless they swear to never wear anything from the present, and only speak the language from the past. But I highly doubt that I will find anyone who would truely understand and respect me enough to do that. I haven't found anyone but my grandmother who has known me that well.

I usually wear my most ancient looking boots to the forest and a floral dress from the 1800's, it's not really from that time period but it does look sort of like one, it's basically kind of looks like a skater dress, but it's not, it's a bit more flowey. I didn't like how it looked like a dress from the present so I wore a yellow coat my grandmother gave me to give it a more different kind of look. Today I was feeling that way, I didn't want to be reminded of the present because I hadn't had a good day. I was sort of pmsing the whole day.

 So as soon as I had gotten out of the school bus, I walked straight into the woods, well... my way into the woods, Harry seemed to like to pass the cemetary on his way. For reasons still unknown to me.

I usually hang my backpack of a tree branch, and walk as far from the car noise as I possibly could, because feeling peaceful only worked when you were as far away from the traffic as possible, which was why I made my treehouse in the middle of the woods. No one ever goes that far into the woods. Except for me and harry, I know I'm too old for a treehouse, and I knew that when I built it with my mom. I was 12 for christ sake!. But I somehow knew I would need it to escape from the real world, even if it were just for a couple of hours.

My mother bought some acres of the woods with her and dad's money. So we were able to build it, so I clearly have the right to call these woods my own. Harry didn't know that when we had been friends though, We were only friends for a while though. Not long enough to fully understand him like I would want. But we were close.

When I arrive to my place in the woods I stand tall like a strong women would, quite the opposite of me. But that's the point, I want to act like a person that I wish I was. That was the best part of the whole flashback to the 1500's or sometimes even earlier. 

I imagine that there was a man with an old and dirty brown wool jacket with rough looking stuble, and blue raging eyes shouting threats about being the reason why the gorandel castle will corrupt and I was the leader of the catle so I became pretty pist off with the threats so I put my foot down.

"You shan't not invade my territory for though art band!"  I yell at the unknown man who was now taking off his long brown wool coat and tossing it to the side, he pulls up the sleeves of his dirty white shirt, as if he was ready to fight me.

"Pithee stop being such a wind-sucker perchance we shall meet at a local craftsman store to speak this out." I say firmly as my imaginary two knights walk and stop when each of them are on one side of where I am standing, they point their swords at the man. The man looked frightened as he quickly nods and appoligizes bowing down to me before running off. That imaginary thought wore off when I heard a grunt and trees swaying nearby. 

I look over towards the noise, and I spot a mop of curls on the floor as well as his whole body. I stifle a giggle when i had seen the sight in front of me. But there was also some anger that I contained. He was watching me the whole time, especially after the whole embarresing act I had just done.