[Original] Tree Girl [part 1]
Type:Original story
Author: DragonMelodies
Rating: pg-13 (for some mild language)
Length: two-shot
Warnings: newbie writer
Genre: Fluff, fail!comedy, super-natural
Summery: Two very unlikely people, and one annoying bio project, equals?
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Part 1
Hi, my name is Christopher Sage. Just call me Chris. I’m the most popular guy in my entire school. I’ m the football team’s captain and can take on any guy any time. Ashley Simpson, the most popular girl in the school is my girlfriend, all the guys wish to be me and all the girls want me as their boyfriend.
Ha, as if. That was all lies, all old childish wishes (well, not all; that is my real name). In reality, I’m the Nobody of Coronation Public High. I transferred here about a week ago because I got expelled from my old school for fighting a bunch of idiots (hey, they were asking for it. It wasn’t my fault that they were crap at fighting and got beat into the ground by yours truly).
When I first got here, word of the fight had already spread, and wisely everyone in the school is giving me the cold shoulder. Of course they wouldn’t want to be associated with some crazy dude that will rip their arms off for looking at him the wrong way ( by the way, I wouldn’t actually do that. They just like to put it that way ‘cause it suits them).
Right now I’m sitting in bio, the most boring class the planet, with the most boring teacher in existence. Seriously, I don’t even know how she got her teaching license ‘cause if it was me, I definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. Anyway, today she came up with a brilliant idea; ‘let’s take a bored-out-of-their-minds class outside to let them study plants by collecting leaves or whatever’. She really must have lost it when she planned this particular lesson; I mean come on, who in their right mind wouldn’t skip. Even the absolute bio nerds were discussing what to order at the nearby Starbucks when the news was delivered.
Anyway, class went on after 5 minutes of non-stop talking and the teacher trying to get us to be quiet. When the class finally managed to shut up, Burner told us to partner up and look for as many plants that we could name in the wooded area beside the school, then take sample leaves and crap and put them in a plastic bag.
I, of course, was left partner-less and forced to pair up with a girl who was about a head shorter than me, and looked like she had just came out of said wooded area with enough leaves in her hair for a good ten projects. Even so, I guessed she might ’a looked pretty if she cleaned up a bit. Her hair was jet black and pulled up in a bun with chopsticks and leaves and twigs sticking out of it. Then again, looking at her bright green eyes, you wondered if she was even in this world, so she probably didn’t give a care about what people thought of her.
Her face had American lines and her skin was a pale white, even if quite a bit of it was covered by dirt. I then wondered why she was wearing Asian style clothes. It occurred to me she might be one of those weirdoes who read Asian comics and watched some weird crap they called anime and the rest of the non-Asian population (and even some of the Asians too) called ‘cartoon-porn’. I decided not to ask, ‘cause frankly I couldn’t care less; she was just some random Nobody, like me, who was shunned by society for her weird looks.
“Come on,” I said to her, walking out the door and not caring whether or not she followed. Actually, I was hoping she wouldn’t since I had been planning to walk into the forest and stay there. You know, skip class and make some excuse that I ‘got lost’. That hope died as I noticed her walk out of the class a few steps behind me with a notebook, a pencil and a plastic bag in her hand.
What a nerd, she’s actually planning to do this stupid project, I thought to myself. Just my luck to get stuck with the one and only kid in class who’s actually going to do work. I sighed inwardly and just walked outside trying to ignore her.
Once outside I headed for the mini forest in by the side of the school that was mainly used as a druggie hang out when the weather was good enough. Evidently, the idiot behind me was either a complete closet-nerd and hadn’t heard of my reputation, or had some major guts (or maybe she was just extremely stupid) because she didn’t even hesitate to follow me in. If it’d been another guy, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d gotten raped.
Anyway, I was planning to lose her in the forest and just ditch, but to my utter annoyance the girl kept up with me with no problem. It was like she was born walking around a forest ‘cause she made absolutely no sound as she moved and didn’t lose a bit of balance even once.
After about five minutes of trying to politely lose her I gave up and decided to rudely tell her I would not be helping her with the project and to just leave me be. At that moment I decided that whatever God was out there hated my guts because as I spun around to face her my foot caught in a root of a tree and I ended up in a falling twist that I was sure was going to screw my ankle over or something.
As I fell, face-first, to the leaf covered forest-floor, I heard a voice call out, “Watch out!” and to my surprise found an arm around my waist holding me up. A moment later I realized that what was holding me wasn’t actually a human arm; it felt and looked a heck of a lot more like a tree branch…
What the…?
That tree branch wasn’t there a moment ago…
“No, bad tree, let him go!”
A moment later I was dropped face-first to the ground.
“Are you okay?” The girl came up to me, her voice was soft, like the whisper of rustling leaves in a soft breeze. I looked up to find her kneeling down beside me, offering a hand to help me up. I ignored her offer of help and got up. Surprisingly enough, I hadn’t twisted or broken anything.
“Okay, have I gone crazy, or did you just seriously tell off a tree?” I asked none too politely.
“Umm, I guess you could put it that way…” she said. There seemed to be a waver in her voice and somehow I don’t think it was much the glare I was giving her; it seemed to go deeper than that (hey, I may fight a lot but I’m pretty good at reading people too, I just choose to ignore that ability sometimes).
“And it actually listened to you?” A nod.
“How the hell did you do that?” Dude, don’t get me wrong; I’m not a total weirdo. But, come on, how much easier would it be if you could just get trees to do your dirty business (oh, and I think I take the rape comment back now, she’d probably be quite safe in a forest if she could really command trees)?
“Umm, I talked to it,” she said, the statement sounding more like a question.
“Dude, I get that but I can talk to a tree too and I won’t do crap for me so why’d it listen to you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, they just listen to me.”
“So then, you’re saying you were just born this way, with some weirdo ability to get trees to listen to you?” She twitched at the ‘weirdo’ comment (and I do feel sort of sorry for being rude but, seriously, weird was putting it lightly).
“Yea, pretty much. I mean I’ve been able to communicate with plants and get them to do things for me even before I was able to speak, so grandmother thinks it’s more something psychological, but basically yes I can talk to trees and get them to listen.” Her voice that was just above a whisper, and I’m still wondering if she’s being shy or this is just her auto-set volume.
“Wait the trees talk to you too?” Another nod.
“You sure you’re not just schizophrenic or something?”
“Maybe, but if it was just that, I don’t think that branch would have tried to save you on its own,” she pointed out.
“True… So, do they always do what you tell them then?”
That brought a small laugh out of her. It sounded like wind chimes in a light breeze. “Of course not. Do your best friends always do the favors you ask of them?”
“No, not really.”
“Plus, quite a few of the older trees have a bit of an attitude since they’ve lived so much longer than us, so they like to argue before they do anything for you.”
“So then they’re basically humans in need of someone to burst their bubble?”
There was a loud rustling of leaves and branches and I swear one of the nearby trees tried to claw at me.
“Did they just yell at me or something?”
Another small chuckle and a nod.
“Wait, why are they listening to our conversation? I’ve seen people burn trees before and those trees did nothing to stop the idiots.”
The trees made some noise that sounded suspiciously like they were screeching in horror, I was tempted to apologize, but then again, they’re trees for god’s sake, and I still didn’t completely believe this girl was sane.
“You may not want to say much more or otherwise they may decide to kick you out. As for your question, they’re listening mostly because I’m here.” My confused face sent her into a bit more of an explanation. “They don’t really involve themselves with human affairs. Trees tend to think of them as irrelevant, but if you talk to them, they take interest. I think it’s mostly because they’ve never seen another human that can actually understand them.”
“Okay that… sorta makes sense…”
“If you want to leave you can, by the way. I get that not a lot of people want to hang around with a freak.”
For some reason it was me who twitched this time. I guessed I’d been called a freak too many times to feel comfortable when someone else said it, even if the insult wasn’t aimed at me. In a way, I also felt sorry for her at that moment. I mean; to just call yourself a freak like that isn’t good. Plus, I considered how many times I’d been called names for just being overly strong, for someone who was actually had an ability that was so… different. Well, I can only begin to imagine how much she must have been bullied. To sum it up, I felt kind of sorry for her. So I decided to humor her and do this project with her. Not like I had anything better to do, nor did I seem to have a choice.
So I casually said, “Nah, I’m good. Plus we still have a project to do.”
“I thought you were trying to lose me and skip.”
Well, I guess she caught on to my plan… maybe I should try and be a bit more subtle next time. “Yea, well my interest has been peaked. I want to see if what you said is actually true or you’re just playing some kind of trick on me. Oh, and by the way, if you are, don’t expect any mercy just ‘cause you’re a girl.” I told her turning around to face her, face serious with a joking glint in my eye.
She let out a chuckle and said, “Well then, I guess we should get started then.”
“Oh, by the way I forgot to ask, what’s your name?”
“I’m Sakura Sorata, and you?”
“I’m Christopher Sage, just call me Chris.”
Part 2