Breathless. Bruised. Broken. I’d never felt this little and this much at the same time. Everything hurt, everything ached. My legs screamed, my back cried, my head spun. The world was pain and pain was my new world.
White and green flecks danced in front of my eyes, assaulting my sight. There were broken twigs and branches everywhere, but mostly underneath me.
I shouldn’t complain. This weird tree-bush thing was the only reason I wasn’t turning into a gravestone.
“Thanks, tree.” I gave the unbroken trunk part a little fist bump and crawled out from under it. Pieces of bark and leaf cascaded from my clothes and fell to the flattened grass. Green streaks covered my white shirt and my tie was torn to shreds.
That was the second outfit that got ruined by all the shenanigans. If I kept go
