Chapter 13

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Carter


My leshy training has officially started and it sucks! This morning my mom woke me up at like three in the morning and demanded that I get ready. When I told her that school doesn't start for about another six hours she only yelled at me to stop being lazy and get my but out of bed.

I pulled on some sweatpants and a blue T-shirt. When I got down stairs my mom greeted me with a quick breakfast. After that she and my dad (looking rumpled and in need of a lot more sleep) lead me out to a clearing in the woods. That is when I knew we weren't just going for a little early morning jog. They made me change into tree form and back almost a thousand times. (Okay not that much but I lost count at fifty.) It was as excruciating as the first time and I felt like I was dying. I couldn't even enjoy the high of being a tree before I had to do everything all over again. By the last time I changed I couldn't stand upright anymore and my dad had to keep me up all the way home. When I changes I could feel every bone in my body breaking and reforming before I changed back and had to do it all over again. Mom says that it gets better with every change but I can't feel the difference yet. My whole body ached and I was full of dirt from falling down repeatedly. When I got home I collapsed on my bed and didn't wake up before noon. I was just in time for lunch at school and none of my friends noticed that I had been gone and Mia didn't say anything about me not being in class today. I'm lucky to have a friend like her. I need to appreciate her more.

After school I had lacrosse practice and I was terrible. I couldn't run properly because my bones still ached from training this morning. Coach wanted to kill me and made me do laps throughout the entire practice. Afterwards he held me back and asked what was wrong with me. He said that I had no focus and I couldn't catch a soccer ball if he threw it at me never mind a lacrosse ball. So I made up some lame excuse about over training this morning (which wasn't that much of a lie) and told him that I had some family issues and that is why I'm not focusing (also not that big of a lie)

Actually I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was a tree. I mean seriously a fucking tree. It was weird as can be. Why couldn't I be some sexy sparkly vampire or a fluffy friendly wolf but no I had to be a tree. Strangely I had no problem with eating plants. I mean they didn't have a problem with it either. They saw it as an honour and a duty. Not that they really thought that much they mostly just talked about photosynthesis and worried about how much rain they are going to get. Some plants are really boring. Like roses, damn they are so stuck up. Believing they are so much better than the rest of the plants because they are so beautiful and smell nice. Well news flash roses suck! They die anyway. Daisies are fun though, they are so happy and sweet. Tough little bastards too. I like them the most of all the flowers. I think I always felt a little different because I had super human reflexes and could hear things most people aren't supposed to like the sound if leaves rustling a mile away or the sound of a ladybug landing on the windowsill. I think I was mostly prepared for this my whole life but it is still a little strange. I might need a while to process all this. Which I think isn't really possible with all the training I'm receiving from my parents. Maybe they are just happy I finally turned and now know about their secret life.









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