Tree house Writing

 

I woke up laying on the crunchy, musty forest floor. I could see multi-coloured flowers scattered across the forest floor.  My brown, slim, shiny, hair was covered in leaves and had twigs tangled in it. I managed to take out some of it and could walk a couple of miles from where I woke up.

 Tree branches with green moss and poison ivy were covering my way. I could see squashed flowers on the floor. Leaves and tree branches were falling down off trees when I saw a humongous, wood tree house. “I had never seen anything like it,” I said to myself.

 I made my way across the forest floor in my pale, bare feet to the tree house ladder.

 When I climbed to the top, a splinter slid into my finger. I started looking around slowly and the tree house kept creaking. I could feel the splinter going deeper into my finger. Camouflaged insects were jumping out of tight spaces and spider webs were made in corners. The tree house reminded me of an ancient old tree house in egypt. Damp, muddy dirt was scattered across the ground and then I fell over into a pile of leaves being so clumsy, scratching the side of my face.

That's when I decided to be creative. I got some leaves and flax strips with tree sap on it then wrapped it around my scratch as if my face was cut open. There wasn't much sun, just little areas with some sun shining through with bitter air floating around smoothly. 

I could hear rustling in the bushes and leaves slapping each other every time the howling breeze flew roughly across the forest. I saw blueberries and a mango tree that was about 6 feet tall in the emergent layer. I decided to be thoughtful and clever. “The mangos would be too high to reach but would fill me up and the blueberries would fill me up half as much as the mango's did” I said to myself thinking carefully.

I decided to go for the blueberries. I folded flax strips together to make a basket for the blueberries and so the blueberries won’t fall out of my hands. It started to rain heavily. Thick tree trunks were getting wet, dripping on the berries. I climbed back up slowly step by step. When I got to the top I knew that from then on things were gonna be okay and that I could give this tree house a good makeover.