Chapter 10

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Yea double digits. I'm so happy that I haven't given up on this one. Normally I start wroting something and then I loose confidence and just leave it but I've got a great feeling about this one. I promise I will finish this one even if it kills me. Wich it might! For those who stuck with me thank you so very much.

Lots of love.
Johannie

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Carter:


Being a tree is sorta fun. I'm so chilled. I've never been so relaxed in my life. But in the back of my mind I can feel the dangers of deforestation and global warming like a little speck looming on the horizon. When I close my eyes I can feel myself swaying in the wind. I have no control what so ever. Also every time I close my need to be close to Mia intensifies. It's like being drunk but not completely. I love this feeling. I can feel myself communicating with the plants and the animals around me. A deer told me his entire life story of how his parents were killed by this impossibly fast flying thing and then a human climbed out and took them. I was heartbroken. I was so relieved that I've never ran over an animal.



I started to worry though. What if I stayed like this forever? Maybe I was just passed out in the forest. I went for a run, over exerted myself or maybe fell into a hole now I'm dreaming. Maybe I'm in a coma. I was busy thinking of reasons why I would be in a coma (and if I could maybe have an outer body experience like in that movie "If I stay" that could be pretty cool. ) when I saw two other treelike people walking across the opening in the trees. Wow how cool there were more if us ! Yea I wasn't alone. But how could they walk? I tried but my roots were planted firmly in the dirt.



When they got closer I saw that the creatures were my mom and dad. How could this be. They were at work and probably didn't notice that I was gone. I haven't been away for that long have I?



Time passed differently when I was like this. Like dreaming. My parents looked relieved when they saw me. They smiled and gave me a hug. Okay now I know I was dreaming. My parents haven't hugged me since I was like ten. They told me to listen to them and do what they do step by step or I would have to do it all over again. It took me a while and it hurt like hell but I could feel my body changing back from wood to flesh. My mom went behind the tree when she changed back and came out in a neat business suit. When I changed I was naked. My dad looked away and tossed me a backpack with jeans and a hoody in. He also dressed behind a tree quickly into a dark grey suit. He looked as neat as ever and I felt like shit. I was so tired and my whole body ached.



"How long was I gone?" I asked my mother. She began crying.



Shit now what. I could've only been gone for a few hours. Why was she so upset. My dad gave her shoulder a squeeze and told me that I was gone for three days. Three days! Mia must have been worried sick! I asked my parents is they maybe had my phone with them.



They told me to be calm and sit my ass down so that they can talk to me. How was I in trouble it wasn't my fault that I turned into a tree. Wait a minute how could they do this too? They never told me they could do this! Were we the only ones or were there many of us? Who else knew? Now I know why they are so bloody obsessive about saving the world. They couldn't be trees if there were no trees left. How suspicious would that be!



My mom sat down next to me and laid her hand on my knee. "Now you listen to me and don't interrupt. I'm going to tell you our story and if you have any questions wait till I am finished." I only nodded.



" There is a Slavic Myth about a tree spirit living inside forests. They called it a Leshy and believed that it was a sportive spirit that liked to play tricks on humans. They believed it to look like a man but that it had no eyebrows or eyelashes. They believed that it lived in the forest but was rarely seen. In its native forest it was the same length as the tallest trees but the moment it left the forest it would shrink to the size of grass."

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