[authors note 030206: I know this is kind of a clunky story. Hey, I was 12, cut me some slack...]
The story of Swan – Part 1
This is the story of a young Swan. A questioning scamp of a very
unique girl. A girl who although on the clinical brink of unsan
ity still had a bright flame of hope for the world. She lived
alone. Although she had a “mother” and a “father” who tried so
hard to give her the picture perfect world to live in, she was
alone. Swan didn’t care about outside looks. She rather deal
with the abrasive reality of her life. She outgrew her peter pan
father by the thyme she was 5. His maturity level frustrated
her. By the age of 8 she had come to and understand that she
would have to leave her father behind in his own little world in
order for her to grow. It was difficult to do and often thymes
she loather and wanted to kill her father for his inability to
comprehend her. But in general she just felt as if she didn’t
have a father. She felt that was her best approach.
Swans mother tried her best to play the “perfect wife and mother
” facade to try to give Swan a proper upbringing. But Swan
always saw into people. She felt what they felt and she saw the
truth. The truth that her parents has a loveless marriage. Once
more a burden that anything else. Swan never could see why they
didn’t just separate and go their own ways rather that being drug
down by the others hate. So with Swan’s mother in her little
perfect world and her father who refused to grow up swan really
did live alone. Swan grew up fast. People mistook the 13 year
old for many years older. Because of her maturity she didn’t get
along with most of the people in school/ The mall and shopping
were among her least favorite activities. She enjoyed nature.
She believed that the weather directly affected your health, and
mood. When it was gray and cold you feel gray and cold and when
it is sunny you feel sunny. Swans utterly reflected the days.
Adults could talk to Swan but more often Swam intimidated and
confused adults. They couldn’t understand the little genius
ability to thing beyond McDonald and hear her talk about subjects
that were beyond the selfish scope of the average teen. So swan
accepted her uniqueness with great pride. She saw it as nature’s
gift to her and she treasured this gift. She liked being able to
talk to the birds and animals better than 13 year old anyway.
She just walked through life absorbing and learning.
When she was 15 she had taken a habit of trailing through the
national park by her home. Taking nature walks. Every Sunday
and usually during the week she would set off through the forest
with a knapsack of fruit and veggies and rice cakes and water and
pens and would spend the day exploring any newfoundland that she
could. Although the woods were often thick and confusing swan
never took a compass and she never got lost. She had one in her
head she said. She usually know how to get back where she wanted
and if by change she stayed out too late and it got dark the
trees would tell her how to escape. She would have just assumed
stay the nite in the woods depths she knew that the trees and
animals would protect her, but her perfect mother would be worried and furious. So she’d run home as fast as she could.
Thinking of her days adventure all the way.
While out walking one day Swan sat down in a grassy area to watch
some beavers heartily at work making a dam. Swan took out her
pens to draw, not the beaver scene but what she felt inside as
she watched those beavers.
Across the meadow and into the woods Trey sat watching her. He
had come to the woods as an escape from his problems at home.
but now as it was swan who attracted his attentions. He sat on a
rock and watched her.
Just then one of the beavers ran out of logs. It scampered away
from the river and over towards Swan searching for new building
material. Trey could hardly believe what he saw next. Swan
found a scrub of branches within her reach. She turned and
grasped one and held it up. The beaver then tuned in Swans
directions and ran to her. He raised up on his hind legs and
Swan gave him the branch and pointed towards the scrub. The
beaver chatter in approval and Swan got up and picked up the
scrub and brought it to the spot next to the river where the
second beaver busied itself organizing and constructing the new
home. The first beaver picked up the stick that Swan gave to it
and scurried off to the sight where Swan had carried the scrub..
The beaver chattered some more then rushed to Swan and rubbed
against her legs in appreciation. Swan reached down and gave him
a good solid rub on the belly. The beaver chattered his thanks
and the wend back to her spot in the meadow.
Trey could hardly believe this array of communication. Human and
animals helping each other seemed a paradox. He had to find out
how she did it.
The beavers stopped and dove into the summer water. Swan looked
up startled and knew that she was not alone. She saw a young man
walk out of a dark thicket in the woods no more that 20 yards
from her.
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