Another Story

It all starts with a tree.
This tree, dates back to the middle ages. A time of princes and princesses but especially faeries and woodland creatures.
This story isn't for the princes and princesses are evil stepmothers or baronesses, no. This one is for those who are only known for their size, and for not being meaningful.

Modern Day

This tree is hidden in the depths of the backyard forest of a house in Hawkley Valley. Where a girl named Annelise(Annalisa? Annalise, analize) lives with her mother and an older brother and sister. They move into the place after her father goes missing (or something like that).


Character names:
Adrenalina
Olson
Esther
Major
Lichen

A Missing Girl's Ambitions: Fictional Male

So lately I have been thinking about the male lead character. It's actually so frustrating! He's just as hard to picture as everything else I encounter with fictional males!

Who should he be...
I know he'll be the skater-ish type.
He won't have straight hair like "Justin Bieber"
NO, he will have slightly curly, short hair.
He's not tall.
He really likes plaid clothing.
He listens to independent music.
He's a lost cause.
I'm not sure if he should have something tragic happen to him..
Or if maybe he makes everyone think he's sorry for himself with no cause for grief and anger at all.
He loves his siblings.

He's soft, sensitive
He does have a tough-guy complex (got the idea from my brother)
He's intelligent, computers & arts, music (obviously)
....

Irritation is an understatement at this moment...

Okay, so it`s not that I want to feel this way but I do. I have this inkling that my case is actually psychological, sadly. As much as I would like to deny the fact, I know that something is wrong when I feel irritated in public and completely relaxed in my hotel room. Maybe it`s my subconscious crying out, saying that I need independence in such a beautiful place. That maybe I need to change my view on things and that I`ve finally reached that peak of irritation--like an old lady yearning to be back in her own bed after one nights` stay at their grown child`s home. Of course all of this is ridiculous and overdramatic but if it`s bothering me so much it must be a sign. A sign for something; I haven`t found that out yet. Maybe I won`t "rest" till I do. What an absolute mess! How could such a shy child (me) turn out to be so mellowdramatic (the opposite)?

Set me free!