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I have never been one for gardening. Growing up I was much more amused with stepping on my mother's flowers instead of watering them. My mother used to blame my two older brothers Plil and Will for what she called my "Tomboy Antics". Anyway the point is that after my conversation with my parents and them being nuts I started feeling weird. I could have sworn that a tree waved to me on my way to school, and in Biology the flower bloomed on my desk when it had already been dead.
My favorite color is red. That is why when I turned eleven I talked my parents into letting me paint my walls. Waking up one morning I started freaking out. I couldn't see any red, just a lot of green. My room was covered in plants. That was it, my parents had their fun, and I was going to end this.
"What the hell did you do to my room," I screamed stomping down the stairs.
My mother looked at confused. My father continued reading his newspaper like I wasn't even there. That b*****d.
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Do we think what is funny," my father asked calmly.
"You plantified my damn room!"
"Watch your mouth," my mother warned.
I suddenly heard a sound coming from the stairs. Thinking it was one of my brothers I turned to confront him. Instead it happened. It was a plant monster, or at least the damn thing was moving itself down the stairs right for me. I like to stay calm in a scary situation, but making an exception I screamed.
"Kristen calm down," my mother said.
"Calm... what... how can you be calm? The plant is moving. That is unnatural."
"This is what we were trying to warn you about," my father said.
I remembered nothing about moving plants coming to eat me alive. This was reminding my of an awful horror flick where the audience was laughing at me because you know I was freaking out about a plant. The only good thing that would come would be the fact that the audience would scream when the plant killed me. Wait, the plant was going to kill me. I think not.
"Stay away from me you...you...you green monster," I shouted grabbing a spatula.
I swung rapidly out in front of me. Instead the plant just reached out and took my weapon away from me. I stared. The only word in my head at the moment was damn.
"This is a gift," my mother said.
"Are you off your meds?"
"Kristen, you have a gift for plants. You can create, move, and use plants for good," my father explained.
I was a plant witch. Plants. Now if anyone had asked me to choose a super power I was pretty sure that plants would be the last on the list. The plant pulled itself over to me and hugged my leg. It was hugging me... I wanted to throw up. It was like a child hugging and smiling up at someone who hates kids. Why is that things that you hate seem to love you.
"Aw," my mother said.
My father looked over and smiled. It was a grandchild to them. I was not ready to be a mother of anything, including plant life. If only the plant knew that I was never good at taking care of things, maybe then it would have a chance to survive.
"You two are going to make a great team," my mother stated.
"Excuse me," I aked looking at the plant out of the corner of my eye.
"Fighting crime," my father answered.
"What am I fighting," I asked, "pesticide."
"Now Kristen, don't be such a downer. Plants have terrific power," my father said.
"Oh," I said with a fake smile.
I looked at the plant. I had a feeling it was staring at me too. That freaked me out a little.
"Can you do my homework," I asked.
"KRISTEN!"
SpunkMonkey · Thu Oct 22, 2009 @ 11:08pm · 1 Comments |
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