I immediately busted through the door of my home. Tears flowed through my eyes thinking that I had just opened the door to something much worse. “Why did you do that Azyla?” She called out to me and I was not willing to listen.
“I was trying to make sure that I could be normal before I bring home the project and be practically executed, not by the school, but by you.” I said and ran up the steps. I slammed the door to my room and locked the door.
I looked around my room thinking that it looked plain, normal. White walls lined my room with very few stuffed and cuddly animals. I look in my closet and I felt like I was looking at another person’s closet. Bright colors was around me and I felt like there had to be something more than what I am looking at as a void started to open inside me and I wanted to go to my favorite spot, My tree.
My tree wasn’t much but a straight up climb that would make a normal climber, with spiked shoes, shake his head in wonder how I got up so high, let alone to the first branch. I open the window and look out to the trees. I climb onto my tiny rooftop edge that tilted to where I can make my way over to where I want to be.
I get myself to the roof and tucked in my light weight green tank. I felt the wind dice through me and I felt confident that I would make it as I stood. I saw my landing on another branch that was on my favorite tree. The jump was a grand jump that only an Olympic athlete that had years of practice but yet I did it in one shot. I backed up to the window for extra running room. I was looking at my spot of where I needed to land as I let my feet run the few steps before I jumped of the roof with precision.
The sensation of flying was lifting to me as the air passed through me. I felt like I had just nailed my jump as I waited for the moment to where I can grasp the branch. The moment was like a weight came off my shoulders as I felt the time come closer and closer.
The branch fell into my palms while I was in midair the strait down motion was also paired with a slight pain that I had gotten used to while every single splinter went into my hands but for some resin, none seem to ever penetrate my palms.
I see that my swing could be carried over this time to the next branch that was needed for me to get to a secluded spot to where I can run to my tree. I land on a branch that was after the last swing and I looked down to make sure that I didn’t knock any leaves down in fear that I would be seen. I smiled that I did not do just that and acted like a sneaky cat or a squirrel to climb down this particular tree.
The tree was small and the limbs were very unstable because of how thin the branched were. I made my motions swift and cautious until I found myself solid ground. I looked up where my window is thinking that I did grab my cell phone, Right?
I scurried though my pockets and found that I did grab my cell during my mad dash earlier. I felt accomplished that I managed to do what I need to do in order to find what I am in this world.