To this day Chad has pink walls, a sturdy rope ladder connecting to a trapdoor, lights that can simply turn on and off, cute cubbies in the branches for anything I desire, and a glass roof that's always covered in leaves. And I know it's weird I talk to a tree house, but he's like a diary, a laid back diary. I don't have to update him everyday, and he can keep my secrets all to himself. I know I'm helping myself get through hard times, but it feels better to pretend someone else knows exactly how to fix things. I can imagine his deep voice in my head and it's very soothing. Another companion of mine is Bertha, my second best friend. My first best friend is Carly but don't tell Bertha. Bertha is a butterfly who LOVES Chad as much as me. She only likes his homeliness though, not his deep talks. Bertha stays in the pink house every weekend, when I come. On weekdays she gathers food and brings it over for a small feast with herself. I made her a cubby and she dumps her food in there. She is somewhat rude but she calls herself "Nonjudgmental in a special way." That means she is very judgmental and a little sassy. I can understand what she says somehow. Either I can talk to animals or she can talk to me but it doesn't matter. I enjoy reading out loud to her while she smooths and polishes her wings. (It's like butterfly gel!)
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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?
