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Posted: Nov 29 2014, 12:50 AM
When hearing the name Tumbleton Park, who would not expect to find a place with trees and bushes? Every park had plenty of those, but instead of beautiful nature, this was a whole different kind of park, with ramps or whatever those stone and wooden things were called. Deirdra watched from a distance as a handful of people were doing risky trick on that large thing. What were they doing here in the middle of the night? Could they not go and break their necks when the sun was up?
She decided to ignore them, because although she was probably better off just heading back to Water Street, she had spotted a single, lone tree all the way in the back. Deirdra dared to bet that no one out here ever gave any attention to it. That made her sad. She was here now anyway, so she could as well be useful in some way and talk to the tree. Perhaps that would make it feel better.
Tonight was not a night to secretly whimper under the staircase. Tonight, she took matters into her own hand and she’d gone outside. Outside, by herself. A very scary thing, but definitely worth it now. She hoped. And no one was going to notice a little girl sitting by a tree anyway.
“Hi,” she whispered as she placed her hand against the tree’s trunk for just a second. Then, she took a seat in front of it. Most people probably didn’t have a clue what to talk about with a tree, but Deirdra actually thought this was a lot easier than talking to people.
They were such good listeners.
She shortly glanced over her shoulder to check if anyone was eavesdropping on her. It was important to know when you wanted to talk about secret things, right? “You wanna hear a good story?” she then asked the tree, as if it would actually answer her.