My name…is Yingtai. It means Flower eminent.
I sat unaccompanied under the tree at the back of the school where no one would bother me. My head phones on my ears, the music loud, I was listening to ‘black girl white boy’ by Ludik and I was reading the Host, a favored book of mine, for the fifth time. The sky clear and the sun brightly shining down on the sad building we call a school. Some strands of sun light shining through the small openings between the leaves.
I always sat alone at this exact tree since I started at this school in grade one and I liked it that way. I felt different from the other kids maybe because I was. The song changed and I looked up at the tree as the wind blew, making the leaves and branches sway from side to side and it got me thinking of dancing.
I imagined myself dancing ballet, following the way the branches moved in the wind, loose and flexible, twirling around, jumping long strides and bending back. I saw myself in the leaves and branches moving with the flow, no, I was the leaves and branches and I was the wind.
I looked down at my book and closed it not needing a book mark I would remember that I was on page 247, then put the book in my one-strap school bag. Black with the logo of my dads store on it, a monkey having a crazed look in its eyes, loopy sale store, and a white strip going all around horizontally in the middle and white on the inside.
I like dull colours like grey, black, white, and other dark or faded colours.
I had a black skirt on, a light blue shirt that was two sizes to big and was faded, with a green beanie covering my hair and I had taken my shoes off, they are blue sneakers that where a new type looking more like boots also my dads logo on it.
My skin tone was a light chocolaty brown; I put my finger on my face and felt the smooth skin underneath and then put a finger to my arm, the same smooth skin there. My eyes where a darker brown like coffee beans and my hair is pure white, I never take my beanie off so I would fit in with others or at least not be the weird girl because of my hair. My nails are short, I have a habit of biting them once in a while, and my toe nails black, small feet size four and slim fingers that always seem to look long.
Underneath the beanie I had my hair in a French so it wouldn’t stick out since it was long, reaching my hips. My height was about five foot seven and I was thin, too thin for a fifteen year old, but I was trying to gain some weight.
The song changed and I switched it to song eleven, thug life, one of my favorites. Then getting to my feet and swinging the bags strap over my head and on to the left shoulder. I slipped my grey socks, that went to my ankle, on and then my shoes tying them firmly so they hug my feet adding a double knot like I’d been taught.
I looked up at the big tree, maybe three or four times my height, on last time.
The leaves a dark green like always never changing colour during autumn and never blooming during spring. I had seen this tree every day during the week and some times when I walked by the school or was driven during the weekends. It bothered me that it never had a flower blooming or a fruit to nurture the animals that prefer them. As if it had given up or it was waiting for someone or something to come along and watch the beauty of its labor. I wish to one day understand its reasoning for this, but until then I’ll just have to wait.
“Peace is what I seek and you?” I asked as if it might answer.
I sighed whilst turning around and heading to class. Once more to live in the jungle people call society. Soon I will return to the tree to find my peace again. I love nature so much.
Nature
There is pleasure in the pathless woods
There is rapture on the lonely shore
There is society, where none intrude
By the deep sea and musicians roar
I love not man the less but nature more
This poem is not mine, but the story is the idea from the poem. hope you like it and be harsh...
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