Little Survivor Girl

“ Morning, Momma” I say as I sit down at the table. I’m a scrawny 14 year old girl. With bushy brown hair, gray eyes, and freckles. I tend to be seen in a crop top with overalls that have the ends rolled up to the knee and white sneakers. “Morning dear, and here you go. Enjoy, then off to your classes.” Replied my momma handing me a plate of eggs and bacon for breakfast. My Momma is a slightly full women with long straight black hair and blue eyes. She wears 50s styled dresses and aprons. But she is the kindest and most bubbly I know. I finish my breakfast grab my bag and book it to the door only stopping to give Momma a kiss on the cheek as I leave. I make sure to hope over the gab between my home and the dock as I head to school. As I’m walking I hear a strange sort of hum and it keeps drawing me closer until HONK HONK KONK I leap out of the way just in time to see the dust I left behind get plowed over by the semi that stormed by causing me to shiver in a cold sweat as I almost saw a quick end to Fern Wood. I can see it now Fern Wood Plowed over by semi on way to school it would be all over the news and my momma... she would be devastated. I pick my self up slowly for I am shaking vigorously at this point and carefully continue to walk to school. I don’t hear any more of the strange him. As I reach the front gate I hear “Oh look it’s the forest fern here to teach the plants and animals how to survive the grasps of human kind”