Seeing Green

two | owt

Last night, I had a weird dream, but I don't remember exactly what it was about. This has been going on since we were still rich and I'm seemingly the only one that suffers through it.

"Telsa!" Am screams into my room, which unfortunately I share with her.

"Leave me alone," she grumbles into the pillow. Uh oh.

"Elttil lrig, don't you dare talk back to me, I am your mother! Now get up. They're coming." Now Telsa's eyes widened and I began to feel a pit in my stomach as she spoke.

"Eht sleber?" She asked. Am nodded. I tightened the grip around my jacket. There was no way I was associating with any more rebels unless they were scatterbrained adolescents like the ones I met yesterday.

Yesterday. My tree house.

MY TREE HOUSE!!

I jumped right off of the sofa and bolted out the door, leaving a confused Telsa and an angry Am, not stopping until I reached the tree house.

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At first, I didn't see anyone, but as soon as I walked up, there were the two guys from yesterday. One tied to my tree, the other with a lighter against it. I was way beyond anger and disappointment.

"What are you doing to my tree?" I tried to say calmly, buy I hoped I sounded as angry as I was.

"Burning it," the for-whatever-reason-attractive one says.

"I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't listen," the one on my side -how ironic- pleads.

"I should fight you," I growl at the hot one.

"How? You're just a girl," he cooes.

"You're right. I am just a girl. Girls can't do anything," I lie, fake-crying. He trades glances with the guy he tied to the tree and bites his lower lip.

"Sorry, it was rude of me to say that," he barely whispers.

"No, boys totally deserve to be rude to girls for no reason," I fake-sniff. So neither of them can see the pure sarcasm in my voice?

"I was just kidding man,-" What? So now I'm a man??? "-sorry but that's not really how it goes. Girls and us should be treated the same bruh," he recites from some jacked up e-card.

"Well *sniff* it's a good thing I was..." I reveal my tear-free face, grinning slyly, "just kidding!" I laugh.

"I hate you," he grumbles.

"Well isn't that sweet," I roll my eyes.

"Can I light this thing on fire now? Not all girls can do anything, proven by you."

"Are you deaf or what? I said don't touch my tree and go somewhere else." He didn't say anything, but instead punched me in the jaw. I bent down in pain, then realized what he had done and socked my foot right into his area. It felt squishy.

"AAHH! Good thing I didn't have a b- never mind." I almost open my mouth with disgust when he points the lighter towards the tree and clicks it. So instead of stuff in soap in his mouth, I'm in the mood to rip the flesh of his abs. Not that I know that... I should stop talking.

But what surprises me is that at the end, I do neither. I slide to the ground, covered in tears of anger, sadness and loss of the only true home I've ever had. Then back to anger as I glare bloody murder at the house killer.

"I really hate you," I growl in what must be an intimidating way, because he gets scared like a baby and sprints, dropping his lighter. I grab it and chase after him, jumping right over the stream and therefore raising my chance of being attacked by an extrorebel.