I love Chad. I love him more than girls love chocolate. And that's a lot. I visit Chad every weekend and let out all my feelings, thoughts, and troubles to him. He helps me get through hard times that are becoming more frequent. It is just something about him that makes him, well, different. All in all, Chad is my treehouse in the woods.
***{flashback to when Alley was 7}***
"Alley, look what I found the other day. It's amazing!" my dad says to me in a very cheery voice. I run past the many trees to finally reach him. "Two things, one, I'm not a baby. And two, this is awesome!" I say sassily and happily. I spot a large platform of wood wedged in between four large oak trees. The platform is high up, in the perfect place where the branches reach out to make even more room to store things, like a book. There are already walls built up and a cracked glass roof that could be easily fixed. "Maybe a new glass roof, a rope ladder, and christmas lights to give it that rustic look! But of course, we'll need some pink paint." My dad then says putting his fingers together in a square shape and squinting one eye as he imagines what to make of it. After all, he's an architect and he knows his stuff. "Can we start now?" I ask him with my best convincing voice and puppy eyes. "Alls, begging is impolite. Especially when I was just about to ask you! Let's go to the paint shop first." he says to me and I let out a sigh of relief. My dad knows how to get my hopes up. And I love him for that.
***{back to 11 year old Alley}***
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General FictionAlley hasn't done anything over spring break. She's always sitting in front of the television. But when she suddenly gets obsessed with "Alice and Wonderland" She falls down the rabbit hole into her fate. Will Alley make it back in time for school?
