The forest

Chapter 3

Why would someone lie about a fact that changes everything. Well not technically everything but now I can't stop thinking about why those kids chose to kill themselves rather then living with their friends and families. They had amazing lives and even I think my life is extraordinary. Because having things like a house and family are what some other kids out there dream about. Those kids don't give up and kill themselves so why did the ones from my town?

I'm seriously debating whether or not I should go to the library after supper and look for any kind or information regarding the forest. You never know what you can find, maybe some journals or documentaries about the disappearances, or maybe a sci-fi movie based off of it. Sometimes movies don't stray that far from the truth, covering it up by saying that it's a fantasy movie or science fiction flick. But in reality the producers must have gotten their ideas from someone who would have had to be really creative to come up with it by themselves. Just being realistic here, how would our ancestors come up with mermaids and dragons and witches without actually seeing one. It's strange to think that maybe if we just change how we interpret our world we could uncover something amazing. Or maybe the government is hiding something from us.

I glance out my window at the setting sun and wonder what it would be like to have your whole life already set up for you. Everyday the sun rises and then falls taking on the same routine, and never stopping. The sun is on a constant loup for the rest of its life. I wonder what would happen if it wanted to change and go it's own path, this is not a realistic question of course because the sun isn't alive but in theory if it did the balance of our planet would be off. Sometimes staying on track and following the path life has made for you is the best plan.

The savoury delicious smell of the soup makes its way to my bedroom door. My tastebuds tingle and I realize that I haven't exactly eaten since breakfast. Sometimes I wonder about my eating habits and their particularities, if it's truly that bad to not enjoy eating pizza or how I only put ketchup on my hamburgers. My parents have made fun of me for thinking in such ways but it's not like I can change who I am overnight. Whoever tries to change themselves just because of something someone else says then I cannot say I think highly of you. Everyone and anyone is perfect just the friken way that they are and don't you dare let anyone tell you otherwise.

Building up enough courage I slowly return to the kitchen where my mom and dad are setting up the dining room/breakfast table. Walking over to my seat is extremely frustrating. No one speaks a single word to each other like we're from different planets and are frightened of each other. But these are still my parents, the people who took care of me when I had the flu and made sure I never gave up on school even when I was dying to. I can't shut them out, I don't want to start becoming a teenager who locks themselves in their room all day on social media but in fact isn't very social at all.

"Mom, dad, I don't want anything to be awkward between us. Things have never been  so...uncomfortable.  Just because I suddenly decided to ask about a forest that I've been living next to my whole life doesn't mean you can just shut me out." I proudly state.

Both my parents have this worried look on their faces. The look parents get right before giving a good old fashioned parent pep talk, speaking as if their talking to toddlers, slow and steady. But the child (me) knows that their not a baby and can handle taking care of themselves. It gets annoying sometimes if they start to have mini huddles and start to talk about me behind their backs. But hopefully my parents don't start that again, an experience I won't soon forget.

Then surprisingly my mom says, "We're sorry, and by that I mean I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted in the way that I did towards you. I know you have millions of questions about those kids but honey we just don't know much about anything."

"Well then I guess I'll accept your apologies because I hate having any sort of tension between us." I'm certain from overhearing their conversation that she's lying once more,  but they don't know how I spied on them so I can't give any hint away. "Hey mom, I was wondering if I could walk to the library tomorrow to go see if they received the books I ordered."

"Yeah sure sweetie go ahead, and could you also drop our mail off at the post office?"

"Yepers." Im glad we're done talking about the forest and those kids because I don't think I could've hidden my frustration against my parents any longer.

After supper I stroll lazily back over to my bedroom. Whenever the sun sets and the night falls I'm oddly never tired. Some people would say that you would call me a night person but I don't prefer either one. The mornings are what start my days and the nights are what end them I don't particularly like having to go to sleep or wake up in the mornings. But it's something we all have to do and can't get out of doing. So there's no real reason to start to complain and ruin other people's day just because you aren't a morning person and feel the urge to bug your friends about it.

I feel proud of my bedroom, mainly because I picked out all the colors and chose the furniture from my favourite store of all time the great IKEA. My walls are a light shade of baby blue and I have pearly white bed sheets with little pink flowers at the bottoms. My wooden dressers are a nice light brown color to match my closet door and bed tables. I can't say I'm not proud of what I picked out I even have cute little pink pillows that match my bed perfectly.

Once I lay down in my comfy cozy bed I only have one thought and it's about tomorrow. Whatever I end up finding, I'm not completely sure it will help me in any way possible. If my parents don't know a single thing except that these kids are supposedly killing themselves, then how am I supposed to find anything different. If all the knowledge accessible to the public is false or already known then how will I ever discover why they keep taking their own lives. The only thing I'm really worried about isn't the fact that I might not find anything it's the fact that what happens when I do?