You see, Sam Manson was no ordinary woman.
At first glance, she seemed to be a normal, hormonal teenage human girl, wrapped in the garbs of black and purple clothing. She would say she is goth, a lover for all things dark and mystical. To her peers, they considered her a freak, and poked fun at her. In the eyes of her stuck up parents, they considered her likeness, satanic.
She would of course shake her head in disagreement, and in suppressed anger for she knew they didn't understand.
But being goth meant she was overlooked, for her peers ignored her at any given cost, for they did not poke fun at anything they noticed about her but her appearance, except for her two best friends. No one noticed she fought ghosts with her best friends, and came to the conclusion that Danny was a ghost himself. Half ghost for that matter.
You see, no one ever noticed that when Sam sat next to a window in certain classes, where a few various potted plants bathed in the sunlight, no one would notice that the sun loving flora, and vegetation would lean towards her in comfort, when no one was looking in her general direction. Even then when her peers turned around they thought the plants wilted due to lack of water, yet that was not the case. When all attention was on the teacher, the goth would give a warm smile to the plants, and lightly caress their leaves, for Sam could feel the happiness radiating faintly, and perhaps faint laughter echoing in her mind.
There was always a communication between Sam and nature itself. She was always in tune, and felt the pull of its magic. Felt and saw the colors of their auras. Of how soft a glow their auras would give out.
This is why she had a greenhouse, for she made a promise to take care of them. She named each and every one of them, and they always giggled in such a childlike manner. Her plants asked her questions, made her laugh, sometimes bringing her to tears for she could feel their distress on how mankind treated their fellow kin, and the various animals that coexisted with the planet, on how she too would hear the screams of the forests. Sam understood their indignation, and shared a moment when her best friend played a prank using certain amphibians.
The plants never responded well with that, but she assured them that her best friend is a kind person that he would never harm the environment in any way. She would share everything with her children really. To her problems with her parents, and that even though both Danny and her had some problems, that she had always felt at ease in his presence.
And at ease she had felt for both Danny, and when she was around plants, and nature. Whenever Sam had time, when she was stressed, she would head into the forest and allow herself to feel free, to unwind, to meditate.
The sound of nature always soothed her, as her bare feet crunched the grass and fallen leaves as she strolled through the forest. Letting her fingers lightly drag along the shrubbery, and flora. Even though the birds chirped, The forest always welcomed her in their whispers. A hello sister there, and a hello mother there. The forest was very much alive, lush green and filled with wellness, and their aura told her so.
Sam would always be filled with joy, and lose herself within the forest. Always be filled with warmth, and feel alive. She would stop and just stand there with her eyes closed and take it all in. She would hone in on her senses as the wind caressed her gently, and if she didn't know any better, she'd smile because she would hear mischievous little laughter of the fae as well. She would allow herself to be embraced by the comforting vectors of nature and settle down on the earth crossed legged. She would straighten her back, and lean her head back slightly, and allow herself to relax, as she would hear vines approach her and wrap around her wrists gently, as they always found comfort in her.
She felt like she belonged, for she wouldn't have it any other way.