Board Thread:Family Roleplay/@comment-11084328-20140702185123/@comment-24224475-20140702203332

I stared at the paper.

Why was I in school? I hated school. Yes, I was really smart and intelligient, but I HATED school. I didn't see the point of it. Besides, wasn't it much more fun to swing on vines around my island? What was the point of sitting at a desk for five hours, six, EIGHT hours a day?

I decided to ditch school. Glancing at the teacher, whose back was turned away facing the whiteboard, I decided to make a run for it now. I didn't care if I got in trouble with the principal, he was an idiot anyways.

I turned invisible, knowing that everyone except Omega X couldn't see me. As I padded silently to the door, Omega X glanced up from his paper and, noticing me, glared at me. I mouthed "I'm leaving, it's boring." to him, and he seemed to understand, but he just narrowed his eyes and followed me with his eyes as I exited the room quietly.

Sometimes Omega X gave me the creeps. Like when he glared at me like that. Sometimes he made me think he'd rat me out. I know he is a nice, honest friend, but every other time I did something wrong in school he wouldn't tell unless it was really really bad.

For example, if I ate the eraser off of the teacher's special pencil, Omega X probably wouldn't tell on me for that. But for another example, if I busted the school's speaker system, he'd probably tell on me about that.

I understood him enough to know that much.

Standing in the empty hall of the school, I closed my eyes and focused on an image of my cozy, warm, natural den. In seconds, I felt a sensation that made me feel dizzy, and lighter than air and helium. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in my den. Whew, the teleportation worked.

I turned visible and looked around my den. It was kinda messy. Last night's dinner was still on the table, and my bed was all messed up. My bed wasn't much - just a purple Puffle bed I found on my island once. I could fit in it cozily. Moss and vines were strewn all over the floor, since the thunderstorm last night had broken my den's ceiling.

I decided to do a little cleaning.

I packed up all the leftovers of my dinner last night and wrapped them in fig leaves so they wouldn't spoil, and I put them in my "fridge". Really, it was just a hole in a rock behind a small waterfall. The waterfall concealed the food in the hole behind it, and the water constantly running kept the food nice and cold. Next, I threw away all the trash and I cleared the dishes and washed them in the river, then dried them with my dish rag I made from a tiger's pelt. Then, using the same rag, I wet it and wiped down my table until it was practically shining. I put the rag away and moved on to my bed.

I made my bed, then pushed it back under the roots of the Season Tree.

The Season Tree was a huge willow tree that was planted smack dab in the middle of my den. It's leaves draped down over the tree's bark, making a perfect place to put my bed. I always put my ebd under the roots of the tree, as the roots were poked up above the ground and made a small cave. It was nice and shady under there, and concealed from everyone and everything else. I named the tree the Season Tree because I used its leaves to figure out what season it was. When it was spring, the leaves were green. In summer, the leaves were still green, but showed a little brown leaf here and there. In autumn, the leaves turned brown, and in winter, there were no leaves at all.

After leaning on the Season Tree and remembering all the fun times and memories associated with it, I decided to go ahead and clean up the vines and moss and repair my ceiling.

I gathered up all the moss and vines, then fluttered to the top of my den and sat on one of the Season Tree's branches. I started weaving the moss and vines together until I had made a huge "blanket". Starting from the Season Tree's branches, I draped the "blanket" over my den to make a ceiling.

After completing the day's chores of hunting, washing, cleaning, and journaling, I sat down by the river and dangled my feet in the calm, swiftly moving water and nibbled on a mullet's tailfin. When the sun started setting I fluttered to the top of the cliff ledge that craned over a waterfall and sat there, watching the ocean beyond my island and the velvet colored sky, with the big firy ball known as the sun sinking slowly below the waves.