The Willow Tree

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was sitting alone, eating a cupcake. When you think of it most girls in TV shows, books, movies and magazines do not eat cupcakes. There are many just girls who sit around reading magazines, not doing homework and having a superficial life. But here I am sitting eating a cupcake. The window is open, the whole world can see. And do I care? No!

When I finished the delectable red velvet cupcake and got up to walk to the living room. I started to flip through the channels, when my dog whose name is conveniently Cupcake ran and jumped onto me. Licking my face and barking. Ha, I laughed, I must have had some icing on my face. Cream cheese is his favorite, like owner like pet. And YES deal with it I named my boy dog Cupcake. I got him when I was 4 and at that time I thought Cupcake was the "best" name for a male dog to ever have. He is a Yorkshire terrier and is adorably cute.

Suddenly I heard the doorknob to my front door turning. I turned around and looked towards the front door concerned to see whom it might be. Thank-fully it was just my father, Charles coming home from work.

"Hey Saje, what's up?" My dad turned to smile to me.

"Not much, just kind of hungry. Had the last cupcake if you don't mind." I smiled back at him. We have a very relaxed relationship. "That's fine by me. I'm going to go eat some dinner if you don't mind." I nodded in indication that is was fine by me and gestured towards the dinning table. And with that he left the room.

My mom, Justine was still at work. These days she was coming home late. She worked at a school near the house but with exams coming up and so many tests she ahs been staying there later then usual, trying to finish up. Not that I minded but some times I missed her. Sometimes I wish she were home earlier instead of later. Some times I wish I could tell her things. 

None of my family knows about my special little place in the woods, not even my little broth John. He is 7 years old and is very creative and gets very excited. Although sometimes he is annoying, I love him. He is one of the closet people to me. When I have problems I talk to him. Sometimes his young simplistic mind is just what I need.

Sometimes I wish I could tell others about my special spot but it just doesn't feel right.  I feel like I should keep it to my self. It's not something I want to share. I feel like no one will understand. It is a Me thing not a Us thing.