As Our Worlds Collide

Down The Forest

School was dismissed, and later on Stella found herself walking down the crowded streets of Kenworth. The noise from all the traffic, the screaming kids down at the park, the loud dogs' barking within backyards, it was a busy day.

Regardless of Stella's dreadful day, her eye bags black from the washed off mascara, her dry hands and messiness altogether, Stella didn't feel like going home. She knew her mom was somewhere in the house waiting for her to come back, counting down every minute of every hour, and she didn't feel much like explaining herself to anyone anymore, especially after giving it another chance earlier that day.

Something no one knew, or something no one ever bothered to know about, was Stella's comfort place. It's where she'd go when she was feeling depressed or happy. At times, she'd spot some pretty birds, either hummingbirds or robins, and she'd sit beneath their branches, take out her diary, and write down her emotions as she listened. She often didn't have the time to go there, but when she did go, she felt peace, she felt comfort, she felt happy- she felt on top of the world.

About thirty minutes later, she got there, and all of a sudden the tight feeling in her heart, her headache and all her thoughts, faded away- just like that. She clutched her small purse out of her school bag, threw the bag at a nearby tree, and speed walked down the forest.

Stella was sitting by her usual spot, where there was a flowing stream close to her, and large trees nearby it. She sat by a tree, and she felt so happy, as if she was free and separated from the world. She took her diary out, and her pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighted a cigarette and started writing.