I woke up just as the sun was rising, I was still outside, that was a good sign. I poke my head out of the tree to see if anyone is coming. No ones there. I get out of the tree to check out my surroundings, it seams I am in the middle of a forest... it's very confusing because I know the forest like the back of my hand, but this is very different. The leaves on the trees are all orange and red, even though it's the middle of summer and the trunks are a bluish brown color.the trees are all one, this part of the forest just one big tree. In the distance I see that there are some trees that are not fully connected, they are only held in by thick roots, like they are't welcome to be with the other trees. No, I'm doing it again! No trees don't have lives, trees can't exclude other trees, that's impossible! My "problem" the reason my blood is the way it is, the reason I am the way I am, is because my so called "parents" aren't actually my parents. when I was an infant they found me in the woods, they found me buried in a pile of leaves. The leaves, they are my family, the birthed me and fed me until I was found. my blood is the color of pure fall leaves blended together in human saliva. Because I was created by leaves, I can communicate and understand other plants. Trees and flowers talk to me and explain all the silly human things. that's another odd thing about me I talk better with plants then with humans therefore everyone has trouble explaining things to me. so the flowers do it, they taught me to read and write, they are the reason that I pass my classes. because I don't understand the human logic and don't communicate very well I was put in the "special" classes. My only wish then was to get out of the "special" classes, and to do that I would always have to have a flower or leaf to whisper in my ear. I have tried that in the beginning of middle school but I was caught talking to my little green friends and that rose there idea that I belonged in the classes. it was forced to forget of my true family, the therapists told me I was hallucinating and that's what I tell myself now. But Last week I got In a fight with a boy in the hallway I Ended up bleeding which freaked everyone out, and I was sent to the scientists, they discovered what my blood was and did all kinds of horrible experiments. I ran away and now I am here telling myself what I have for years, it is not real, but now my feeling is stronger I can feel the leaves running in my veins I can feel that this tree fort is were I truly belong.
