The Truffula Gardeners

Chpt 1. Meghan Allaway

[plus: I wanna see what you think of this so far, so feel free to comment;3
The comments are my favorite part]

Hi. my name is Meghan. Meghan Allaway. And...my life isn't as average as everyone else. I know how that sounds, but I'm behind honest. I'm a roamer. An idle, a vagrant, a tramp. Obviously that brings up the question of how I get by. I'm not homeless after all, I've got valuables and a sun-powered electric box. I keep everything I need in a suitcase, I grow and reproduce my own food, filter my own water, volunteer for money sometimes etc etc. I know it's all very bizarre and kind of worrying for some people but... believe me I have my reasons. I'm healthy. I'm happy.

That's all that matters doesn't it? Well, apparently I've been missing out on something. No no, not exactly the warmth of a house or the joys of having to work every day and pay taxes. I'm talking about the... embrace and care of another human being. If there's anything I've been truly lacking, it's social skills. I mean, I barely talk to people. I guess I'm just shy, I don't know. I think I'm just more cowardly than anything. Since I live outside of town, I've never really had a reason to talk to people. Every now and then, though I have to stroll in to buy supplies or food/clothes. And that's exactly what got me in this situation. You'd find me in the truffula forest. One of the most beautiful and promising places to be for living the wanderer's life. Every tree is full of life and color, the streams run with cool refreshing water, and the sky is always bright behind the warm sun or the sparkling stars.

But alas, it was the time of the month I had to enter town where all the people are roaming and the amount of fluffy bright trees is...sadly lacking. So I slide my miniature bookbag over my shoulders and step my last step on grass. "-inhale- okay...okay. in and out just for some new clothes."