the wild week

01. anya

i breathe in the forest air - resin, dry pine needles, summer sunlight - all that makes it home. the car and cities and skyscrapers and trashy concrete streets are far behind us. we're here now. it's all fine.
'anya, you sniffing the forest or something?' comes sid's voice behind me.
'yeah,' i reply. 'it's my drug.'
'ah,' he says, 'i prefer weed.'
florence pops up beside me, smiling. her teeth are so straight, so white, far more perfect than mi— no, i have to let these thoughts go now that i'm finally here.
'let's take our shoes off!' i say, kicking my converse off.
'what the fuck,' mumbles sid.
i don't mind him. florence follows my example and we start to walk along the path, where thousands of people before us have placed their dirty feet.
for some reason it doesn't sound gross at all. rather comforting.
the pine needles cuts through my skin and i have to step over little bugs and swarms of ants, but it's all just a part of this.
i don't mind it.
'this is literally gonna be the best week of my life!' florence exclaims.
her blonde ponytail is bouncing as she practically flies through the forest. it looks like she's at home here, just as i feel.
except this is the first time she is in the outdoors. it's just like that — florence always looks like she owns every place she goes to, no matter if she's even been there before at all.
just like sid can act like he's buddies with every single person in the world. which — smart enough — makes
him just that.
then there's jonethan. he's florence's ex and one of sid's friends from soccer. he doesn't feel like a soccer guy, though — he isn't as carefree and cocky as they are portrayed to be. he's actually a bit like me. introverted, but doesn't hesitate to talk back, listens to music and all — he even draws.
i hope we can get to know each other a little more during this week.