I am alone with my thoughts as I wonder to my tree. I look up and I see my usual perch. The halfway mark to the top of the tree that I had only gotten up there once, and I almost fell out of once. I crabbed the outside of the bark, upside down so I could get a better grip on the wood then on the top where there is nothing to hold on to or at least have a small grip on so I know that I won’t fall.
I slowly climbed the trunk and I could see my first good branch come into view of my climb. Every inch of this climb was not that taxing for me since I had done this several times. I was happy that I am almost to where I can quickly get to my best perch. The shadow of the leaves started to cover me and I felt like I was officially something different than just a normal person that I am supposed to be. I came to my little safety branch and stood up. I felt my balance shit to where I was comfy walking on the twig. The part that I had to me light was not something that I was unfamiliar with.
I slowly got myself and looked out to the vast scenery that was around me. The wind was now starting to kick up which felt nice and like a bird if I could fly off into something that I know that I am a part of. I pulled my sleeve up again and showed my marking. I made sure my marking was permeably visible by tying a piece of cloth that was a part of my thigh length shorts and did it on both sides. Then I went to the edge of my branch.
The brightness of the sun caught me off guard for a bit. I closed my bright blue eyes to let them adjust to the light. I look out onto the world and I think that I am just a speck that none would like to know about since I am not sure myself on what I am put on this earth to do.
But what am I doing now? I let my mind wonder if I should go to the docks that are just a bit short of a two hour bus ride to be alone or just go and find for myself of where I do belong.
“Azyla? I hope you are not in that tree again!” I hear my mom come up from the depths of my home and I was frightened and scurried cautiously inside the branches of safety. “Azyla, You uncle and aunt is coming over soon so please get home before dark and GET OUT OF THAT TREE.” She spotted me, in all the places where I thought I would be safe she spots me like a bear hunting a beehive.
“I am not coming this time mother.” I called from my post and she glared at me with hate swirling in them.
“Azyla, it is only going to be either me or Arcum that is going to get you down from that tree and you know who the easier one of the two is.” I hear her empty threat and I start to move to the other side of the tree. Every limb shock a little which I didn’t care about too much since I was not going back to that prison before I get my answer.
“Azyla where are you going?” She said and I looked back after I landed on a new branch and smiled. I thought quickly before I said my answer but I already had an excuse in mind.
“I am going to work on my new school project without ridicule.” I called out and ran before my mother could say something that could stop me other than what I heard as I went from tree to tree to escape these watching eyes for a moment.
“But you will be found.” I hear but I didn’t care if it leads me to where I belong.