Many have thought about where each other has lived. Not to be appeared as a stalker but to appear curious. But no one wants to ask, so no one knows if others want to learn the same thing. I want to know if others care where I live, but I know as a middle schooler, no one says the truth. Whether they like you or not, it's a lie. Whether they did the homework or not, it's a lie.
I sat underneath a maple tree, not too deep inside the woods, but close enough not to get lost. Not that I could get lost. I know this forest like the back of my hand. I sat with my backpack leaning against the tree as I did. I held my notebook so it was open to the first page. It showed my erased pencil lines and my wrinkled paper. I tried to find an idea for my home. I need to find ways to improve but keep the necessary.
I sat, wondering about many things. I wondered about the homework, the improvements for my house. I wondered about the math that is associated with the improvements. I thought about friends and bullies. I thought about what a normal life is. I had a lot on my mind but in awhile, when I'll be busy, most will slip away from the front of my mind, hiding in the back.
The tree's sap stuck to my clothes as I got up, trying to find food. It ripped a little but nothing severe. I walked away, limping a bit because my leg fell asleep. I laughed it off and waddled to my home. I lived in a cosy, warm willow tree that looked like someone were to make a treehouse out of it. They did. My parents were garden freaks but just so happened to start their civilization on toxic waste. It did get sucked out by the government but my parents had done... that on the remains of the toxic and well, I popped out 9 months later with my own 'superpower'. I can 'speak' to plants and I know the way of it. I practically am a plant.
My parents thought I was special, so I were to be special. They thought I was too smart for my age, and they left. I don't know what for but it might have been to figure out life myself.
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The Girl With The Green Thumb
Science FictionWillow has spent her life inside the woods. She sleeps alone. Eats alone. She is alone. Until one special boy notices where she disappears to after school.
