The Wood

The wood, my safe zone. Pieces of broken memories. The sky grey, as if blue hasn't touched the sky in about five decades. Leaves, dead and all you can hear for miles are wolves and every once in a while you make might get to hear deer marking territory. I've never been the girl who wants to get a boy, or who overrates when I have a pimple. I love the woods, I touch the wolves as if they were my own dog. Most people kill and think wolves are just this murderous animal, they thought wrong. The wood has been my home forever. Before my mom died, we would always go in the woods down to the creek and take my clod of a dog Simba, those family are what have made me what I am today, at least what I was. Now I really who I am, I fell like as I fall apart my mom falls apart to, she would be so disappointed, diss appointed in the way I act, the words that come out of my mouth. The woods, to me they help me hide, hide from the darkest parts of me. I let my light shine through but most of the time the darkness beats it away and I just hate my self for it. As I stop thinking for just a minute, I plug my headphones in and just keep the same songs as last year going on, and on, these songs, they distract me from the awful thing that I've become.
" Hey... um, I was wondering if you have see a dog I live a couple of miles away but this is where she likes to play so I thought he might be here, but there had been no luck." A man said nervous of the answer.
" No I haven't seen a dog, but if I see her I will definitely give you a call. What is he name?"
"Her name is Sadie"
"Okay i will definitely look out for her"
"Thanks"
The man walked off calling her name.
Sadie, that was my moms name, but is getting late, I should probably head home.
As I open the door dad calls my name right away.
"Ash, can you come here a minute?"
" Yeah just give me a second I'm taking off my shoes!
Yeah dad"
" You know I don't like you not coming home after school, and where ever you are you never check in with me!"
" Sorry, I will next time I swear!"
I walked away.
I just lied to my father, there is not way I can check in with him unless an owl from hog warts comes and takes my letter and gives it to him, so no I can't check in with him. I mean it's not like I don't have a phone or anything I just have no service.
I went upstairs and look at the pictures I took with my old camera that mom gave me, I have a memory wall, most of it is pictures but some are letters and other stuff like that.
"Pretty soon I'm gonna need a bigger wall."
Later I print those put them on my wall.
I grab my paints and go to my other wall with my five year desk on it and paint a giant wolf head.
" Hey Ash what ya painting"  he asked
" a wolf "
" a wolf. He mocked me
You and those dang wolves!"
" Sorry dad I just can't get over the face of how pretty they are, or how the rule the woods, next bears but you know what I mean!"
" Yeah, I know" he replied
" I get it from mom! "
" yeah you do"
He walked out with a small grin, but it was fake, he hates when I bring her into the picture.
He called my name from downstairs as the smell of baked potato soup filled my nostrils.
" Ash, dinner"
" coming"  I hollered back down the stairs.
As dad, my brother Kole , and I gather around the table, we say a prayer then start to eat. One thing mom would be proud about is how I'm not a slob like dad and Kole
But she would still be disappointed, disappointed in the person I've become.