The Force of Four Worlds

Chapter 3 - Canna

They say once you hit rock bottom, the way only way to go is up. I had always agreed with this statement, but it appeared I had hit rock bottom and begun to dig.

It was no use. The vines were growing to fast for me too kill them and the angrier I became, the quicker they seemed to grow. I tucked a stray lock of ginger hair behind my ear and continued to work, spraying weed killer everywhere. It's safe to say I do not have a green thumb.

You could see them from a mile away. Towering shoots and stalks of every colour and kind, all emerging from my garden, no doubt some side effect of my father's crazy soil experiments. He had been deemed missing for a month now, but the garden apparently didn't know that. I would have stayed to kill them, but I decided I should get started on my homework.

I retreated back indoors. It was mid morning, but I was still forced to turn the lights on. Those stupid vines were blocking out all natural light. I pulled off my gardening gloves and carefully placed my weed killer upon a stack of other boxes of it. I couldn't help it. I was a subconscious perfectionist.

Up in my bedroom, I shifted through my piles of exercise books, looking at my timetable for the next week. 5 minutes later, I sat down with a book and a geometry set, flicking through pages, xs and ys swimming across the pages. I finally found the worksheet.

I read the first question: "Find the angel - wait, angle - marked..." I frowned and leant further towards the book. What was that letter? My mind went completely blank. I tried question 2, but found I couldn't read it any better than I could read Ancient Greek.

I pushed my maths book away in frustration, but instead of clumping onto the floor like it should have done, it slid along the desk, cushioned by... Was that moss? Those stupid plants had taken over my garden and now they had to invade my house too?

Angrily, I tugged at the moss, pulling out clumps and tossing them aside. However, just like the vines, the more frustrated I got, the more moss sprouted from my desk. Within three minutes (it was more like 3 minutes and 4 seconds, but who's counting?), my desk was covered in a thick, green, admittedly soft and comfortable-looking, blanket. I gagged at the nauseous stench and threw open the window. Another mistake.

I had forgotten the towering plants outside. As soon as the windows were open, vines and creepers sneaked in and by the time they were fully open, my room resembled a jungle, rather than an adolescent's living space. {sensible names with Eryn}

I stared at them in dismay. Racing downstairs, I snatched up my secateurs, snipping and slashing until my hands were numb with pain and anger.

Eventually, I gave up. I threw down my secateurs and curled up in the corner of that greenhouse of my own making. And then, something extraordinary happened.

The vines started growing, but there was now something different about them. They were friendlier, and extended towards me like gentle fingers, reaching out to caress me. Slowly, they built up around me until I was cradled, like a newborn baby in the soft foliage. I nestled into them and smiled.

Perhaps my thumb was greener than I thought.

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