Paper Planes

Chapter 1

I'm feeling great today, that is not a lie. I mean someone would be completely stupid if they would lie about feeling good. Not good but GREAT. It's something so amazing that maybe sometimes when you wake up, you feel amazing for no reason as if the universe has at once shined light on your soul and spirit.

It's the most wonderful feeling I've felt in a long while, whether that I love or anything else. I felt so much attention from the day.
It was almost like I can taste. It's a feeling that I can hold and touch. It has its flaws which are its scars and it has it's beating heart which shows it's alive. It has it's texture of each feminine curve. The hips and the breast. So beautiful. Life is so beautiful. Magnificent and magical even.

It's like I'm free. Free as a beautiful bird. I can breathe and see all things from up high. Everyone is such ants even the cars. But above me there are clouds, so fluffy you can't even describe. And a bright blue sky that runs for miles. This was my world and I was living in it. It was my universe! It was my wonderful universe who let me be this bird and I was just so-

"Dakota Jean Williams! Your mother has been calling you for 10 minuets now. Come down stairs and eat breakfast before it gets could. And would you mind shutting that window of yours, you have it open all damn night and it gets cold. All we need is for your mother to get sick."

He walked out my room.

I grew a smile on my face that was only half as bright as the sun. I shut my window as I stepped away, kissing the glass goodbye. I shut the curtains.

Hopping down the stairs with the smile still on my face. I slid into a chair at the table.
My mother glared at me.
"Oh for heaven sake Dakota, you aren't 9 years old. You are 15. You're turning 16 tomorrow and will be a woman. You don't need to act like such a little child."

I stated, "No mother. You see positivity works wonders. Being positive surely does make things a lot better. If you haven't noticed."
I smiled brightly at my two parents. My father glared at my mother. My mother mumbled.
"You and I created this Jonathan. It's not all my fault."

My parents surely weren't on board with my positive mindset, but I didn't need them to agree with me. If they aren't willing to embrace their magical universe then that is their choice. But I am filled with love and happiness.
That will never change.

Mother spoke, "Eat your breakfast Dakota. I did not make this meal for you to let it go cold."
I grabbed my fork and stabbed it into the sausage patty.
I asked, "Why do we cook animals? It is abuse and it needs to be stopped."

She rolled her eyes at me.
"Dakota I don't know. Why don't you go to the slaughter house and ask. It is not my job to kill animals."

I nodded, "It is your choice mother. You raise pigs, cows, lamb, and other animals on our farm. You send them off to be killed for our food. How selfish you must be.."

"Shut it at once Dakota! I will not be told what to do nor be called selfish from my own daughter!"

I stated, "But you are selfish. Very selfish in fact. You ruin animals lives without a care in the world. You're heartless just like Grandpa."

"I was raised on my parents farm Dakota. They raised me around farm animals. I watched them get sent off. Then one day they handed it down to me. I took the responsibility. You live on a farm, with animals that will and are going to die. You have a lovely cottage on the acres of land. You live in a cottage near the barn. Shut your mouth and be thankful for all you got. Nothing more is coming to you. It isn't going to change. Your life will be like this. It's all you got."

I explained, "I am thankful for myself and my world. But I am not going to praise the slaughtering of beautiful animals of this world. This is not all I got, this is not the only piece of my life I'm suppose to have. I have much more than killing animals."
I ran upstairs, grabbed my backpack out my room, and threw it on my back.
I ran downstairs and out the door.