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A Lonely Girl and A Very Lonely Owl

A Dreamers Story

By Michelle JenkinsPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
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“This owl loves me.”

Once upon a time, there was a very lonely white owl with big eyes. The owl lived in a magical land that was in the sky. And even though the land was beautiful, and there were many other owls, he was still very lonely.

Every day, the owl would greet all the other owls that lived in the same tree as him. But, when he would greet them, they would turn the other way and ignore him. And at feeding time, none of the owls would share a branch with him. And sometimes, the owl could even overhear the other owls making fun of him.

See, the owls lived in the sky because it was their duty to look over the land incase of danger. If they saw trouble, they would hoot and warn all the other animals in the land. Well, once the wise owl hooted, and turned out there was no danger. So ever since that day, the other owls made fun of him and they never let go of the time he hooted by mistake. He was a compassionate owl, who worried, and would rather be safe than sorry, but the other owls did not appreciate his qualities.

The compassionate, very lonely owl would spend hours wondering if he would always be this lonely. He wondered if anyone would ever understand him. He wondered if he’d ever have anybody to talk to about his feelings. Would anyone ever accept him for his mistake? Would anyone ever love him?

Down below, on earth there was a lonely girl. Though the trees were green and the waters were blue, and she was surrounded by family, the girl still felt lonely.

See, growing up she was always a little different than the rest of her family and the rest of her friends. She never quite fit in no matter how hard she tried. She liked to follow the rules and do her best, but it made her an outcast with the other kids. They would call her a “goody too shoe.”

Because the girl liked to do her best, she found it very hard to get along with her family and her siblings and the children her age. Whenever the girl didn’t want to watch the same shows as everyone else, they would all look at her like she was a snob. When the girl didn’t want to listen to the same music they called her judgy. When she wanted to go to church, she had to go alone. But the girl couldn’t help who she was and what made her feel happy.

The girl would spend a lot of time alone and isolate herself from everybody, because it hurt her to try and fit in. She found it was less painful to just listen to music and be alone. So the girl listened to music on her headphones and she would hear the notes playing, and wonder, “Is there anyone who would ever like me even though I don’t like to watch TV? Would anyone like me even though I don’t want to listen to music with cussing? Would anyone ever want to go to church with me? Would anyone ever love me?”

One day, the girl went to school and the class was going on a field trip. She got into the school bus and the school bus went flying into the sky past the clouds and into the magical land. The girl was so shocked. She had never seen a land like this before. The flowers were huge and they were singing. The colors were bright and vibrant pink, and yellow, and purple. And there was a sky bridge floating in the clouds.

The teacher told the class to follow her to the owl tree near the sky bridge. The teacher stood underneath the tree and told the students, “This is a magical tree. You close your eyes and you walk under the tree. When you feel true love open your eyes.” So the girl closed her eyes and she walked under the tree, and then she felt it, “This owl loves me.” And she opened her eyes. When she opened her eyes, there was a white owl, separated from all the other owls, on a branch all alone.

She looked at the owl and knew he was the one who loved her. A red, ruby heart, appeared and floated down between the girl and the very lonely owl. It was a sign confirming their love. And the girl knew for the rest of her life she would be loved. And the owl knew for the rest of his life he would be loved. And neither the owl or the girl would ever be lonely again.

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Michelle Jenkins

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