I never thought that some words that should hurt would come in handy one day. I was walking to school, one student yelled out to showcase me walking to school. I was walking away from the woods but it looked like I came from the poor part of town.
"Hey, look! Looks like Willow's parents don't care about her social life, or her life at all!" They yelled out. Some would act out and yelled at them for talking back about their parents. Some would badly react to this and cry or something amoungst the lines of that.
I react different than others. I take in these words differently. Many others would react to my reaction with a look of surprise because I would take words of discouragement and turn them around.
I was sitting inside my small treehouse, looking into the sunset thinking about the words that appeared to be upsetting to many, many others. The words told me to work for the things thst I need to receive. They told me to focus on what I have and not what I didn't.
I stared at my tan skin I had received from much sun in the Southern part of California. I stared farther down to my shoes that show to be vined sandals and flowers upon the sides. I followed up to my shorts and saw the grass stains from the many times I sat down on the ground. My shirts were classic. Tank toos and t-shirts. I had many of them. I had a flower crown ariund my hea like I always do. My hair dressed in braids and flowers, I somethings wore it up but barely had my hair plain. I like different.
I sat in my kitchen/ living room. The birds thought it was too hot to go out, and it was. 95*F is not a good temperature to walk around in. The bugs crawled inside trees and went deep into the underground. I listened to nothing. I heard nothing. No sound was made. I felt lonely at the time but my mind flashed to a different scene. Silence still appeared to be present but I heard the wind pass by and the leaves rustle. I saw a boy, no older than 17, no younger than 16. He pulled his pointer finger to his lips, 'shh' me and disappeared, leaving me in silence once again.
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The Girl With The Green Thumb
Ficção CientíficaWillow 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.
