The Forest, and The Trees

Chapter 1: Trees

Trees. Trees everywhere. The smell of the bark and leaves surround me as I watch the sky with a peaceful stare. Wind blows around my hair as I listen to the birds chirp and whistle. So pretty...yet so mysterious. I breath in the flower scent filled air as I sigh happily. This is nice...

"Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Charlie! Wake up! You'll be late for school!" The sound of my moms tired, and angry voice wakes me from my slumber. Dad must not be home again. He never is. Like always.

I sit up in bed as I yawn a big, tired yawn. Stayed up too late again last night. It's the trees fault like always. They are always whispering to me at night.

Telling me secrets and things they see and hear in the day time. Their such gossip queens.

I get up and stretch then move very slowly to my closet to get my outfit. Apparently I have to stop wearing black all the time.

The trees say I look better in brighter colors. I pull out a black jacket that says "Zombie Rage" on it. It's the one gift

I actually kept that my dad gave me. After I put it on I put a pair of American Eagle light blue jeans on that fight nicely around my thighs. Mascara is then applied on my eyes. The trees say it shows my beautiful eyes.

Making my way downstairs I see a messy living room that is covered in laundry. Oops, forgot to do that. Mum is not going to be pleased, but she's never pleased anymore.

Not since dad left us. I always see her crying at night. She tries to hide it, but her sobs are too old to not be heard. I feel her pain though. I hate my father. With a burning passion.

He left us in our time of need, and then he comes crawling back like the disgusting person he is. Magically and very stupidly, my mom fell in love with him once again.

It's like one of those crappy Christmas movie on tv. The girl meets the guy, and after two hours, or one month in the movie she falls in love with the guy, even though the guy is total jerk, and broke her heart into little pieces.

Love this day is so stupid in my opinion. It never lasts, and the person breaks your heart, and leaves you broken so bad that you'll never love again.

That's why I stay away from it. As far away as possible. Guys at school have smirked or winked at me before, but I just flipped them off as I walked to my class. No way in hell am I falling for that trap.

I grab toast from the toaster, and grab my black leather bag. It showed my personality and style. I then exit the door after saying a quick 'goodbye' to mum.

The walk to the bus stop helps me clear my mind. The cool air helps me get back in touch with reality. I keep telling myself "The trees do not talk.

The trees do not talk." But as i keep telling myself that, I also keep thinking that it is true. I'm not crazy. The trees do talk. No matter how I tell myself. The trees talk to me, and I hear them.

I stop at the bus stop, and sit down on an old oak bench that is covered in January snow. It was cold on my bum, but it soon warmed up. I shivered and snuggled into my coat.

Fur was sown into the black leather coat, so it made it extra warm. I thankful my mom got me something so warm for Christmas even though it was so expensive.

After about 30 minutes the bright yellow Ohio bus shows up. The rust is clearly seen on the never cleaned bus. It amazes me that this bus even passed the inspection.

I climb on and no one is on yet. I'm always the first to get on since I'm so far from my school. My seat in the back is empty, but then I sit down in it. The bus drives away, and I watch the trees disappear.