WRECKERS

Chapter 3

My tree isn't special like some others. It fits 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom a kitchen that connects to the living room and a study room. My bedroom was the only decorated part of my house because it was usually the only place I used. (picture above is how you can imagine how her bedroom looks like) This place was the only safe place I had. No one could come into your tree without your permission so I could be whatever I wanted to be. I crashed into my bed, letting out a giant sigh that was muffled my the pillow sheets. I turn over on my back and look at the ceiling. It's pretty dull, just some wooden planks, but it always succeeds and comforting me. I quickly sit up and pull a out my diary from under my pillow. I then rummage through my back pack to take out a pen.

Dear diary,

Is it stupid to be worried about the wreckers? Do you think that I might have more friends if I stop and start to take interest in whatever the other fairies are doing? I can't imagine myself like Palma though. I couldn't be. You have to at least be pretty to be popular. My mom always tells me that if I just wore make up and put on the right clothes, I could be pretty as Palma. She's lying though. Palma looks like a princess without make and in her pajamas. I know I should be grateful that my sister is happy, she's my whole world. But I just can't stop thinking nowadays, why could it not have been me? It's so selfish of me. I'm a horrid person.

Ding dong~

the bell rings and I stuff my diary bellow my pillow. The orb on my desk reveals my sister and I tap it two times. I can hear her in the living room so I strut over.

"What up?" I ask her. She looks gorgeous as ever, she's wearing a green cropped hoodie with jeans on. Huh, green again.

"Well, I was worried about you, because you know, yesterday I had to leave..." she says as she play with her hair. She's nervous, I note.

"Oh, no need, the fact that the wreckers might come back was you know, bugging me." I explain.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I get it. Don't worry too much." she tells me as she smiles.

"I know...I'm just worried about you..." I whisper quietly. I don't she heard me. She can't know that, she might get worried. Her tree is beautiful, just like her so the wreckers might try to take her away.

"huh?" she asks, "I couldn't hear you..." I shake my head and go over to my fridge. It's full of yogurt and Palma frowns.

"don't you have any salad?" she asks. I shake my head again.

"You know I don't eat plants." I tell her. It's honestly cruel. We are plants for gods sake, it's literally cannibalism.

"You could at least keep some for me!" she jokes as she takes out a yogurt.

"I wouldn't be caught dead with a plant in my fridge." I tell her

"well I wouldn't be caught dead eating a yogurt." she laughs as she puts the unopened yogurt on the counter. But right as she does, she suddenly falls done on her knees grabbing her waist, multiple screams joining g into hers outside my tree.