I stared up at the treetops, wondering how I got there. One moment, I was chatting away with my best friends, Pepsy (yes, like the Soda pop), Midnight, and Midday, in our room. The next thing I know, this weird feeling like I was being sucked up then thrown through a blender and a washer at the same time, before I fell through the trees.
I know that I have a crazy imagination, but this was my-teacher-trying-to-kill-me-with-a-pencil kind of crazy. Don't ask- it's a long story.
Anyway, I had no clue where I was. I was still laying down on my back, so I got up. This is definitely not our room, I thought as I brushed myself off. My shirt had ripped when I fell through the tree branches, and I had some cuts and bruises, but nothing too severe. It was pretty dark, but if I looked closely, I could see a little bit of sunlight through the many leaves.
I stared at the leaves. They look very pretty... I thought to myself before shaking my head. Focus! I told myself, and I started to walk in a random direction.
I wandered around for a while, my ADHD pulling me in to look at different sticks or trees that looked cool. Then, I noticed that the trees had begun to spread out, letting the light in and allowing me to see better. I must of been in the edges of the forest, I thought, then continued my ADHD led tour.
As I was trying to get my foot out of a hole I had stepped in while trying to examine a purple flower, I heard some voices to my right. I went silent, looking in the direction of the words. I sunk low to the ground, but my left foot was still firmly stuck, so I ended up looking like I was doing an awkward stretch.
I told myself to focus, and I managed to catch some words.
"...Sent me an owl asking if I could stand in while- " I fell, and the consequence crunching of leaves masked what was said next. On the other hand, my foot wasn't stuck anymore.
When I finally stopped moving and gotten to a more comfortable squatting position, the person had either stopped talking or moved out of range. However, I could hear someone else talking.
"So tell me, dear" a female was saying in an almost biased tone. Oh, and a British accent. "Your old teacher is a half-giant, correct?"
Half- what? There's no way she means an actual giant, can she?
"Yeah, he hasn't got a hostile bone in his body, though," a younger voice replied very cautiously with a semi-British accent. Was she serious? Did I fall by a movie production set?
"Hmm."
Ah, that's what this voice sounded like, a rich old British woman.
The old British nanny continued. "And has he taught this class well?"
"Oh, yeah, H-"
This was becoming a very interesting dream. A mystical forest, old British women interrogating younger semi-British kids about their teacher, the same teacher that was a half giant. What's next, their sub is a Centaur?
Shush, you! I told my ADHD mind, but I was already distracted, and they were now talking about cats or hats. I didn't care to differentiate. I could hear the man who was speaking about owls earlier again.
I crept to the edge of the large bush, willing my breathing to go silent, a technique I learned from Pepsy's and I's many past-cerfew trips to the kitchen. Lowering my body to the ground, I slowly moved myself into the bush. I managed to get to the last layer of leaves without anyone noticing me, and I carefully moved a small branch out of my way.
I gasped.