Willowton

Chapter 5

We were on our way to the park. I had my notebook, the big book, and twenty bucks. 

Once we got to the park and introduced our selfs,we sat down under a willow tree and started investigating. " My photo generator can only take so much, so do the most important thing first." Ella demanded. Ella was not nice at first, but as the afternoon went on, she got better. By the time we were finished, we learned about the people in two more pictures. There was a Carol Davis, Ashton Wilkes, Raven Mac, and Erick Lucas. CARE. There also was a Herald Bumpkin, Orville Plain, Penelope Claw, and Elizabeth Crawler. HOPE. 

Ella had to leave, so we headed back to Izzy's house for lunch. During lunch we figured out the order of which the names occurred. HOPE, CARE, MORE, LOVE, LIVE. "I do not see how any of these align." Ethan whined. "Patience little dude." snapped Isobel. It was about 3:00, time for Luke's soccer game. 

We were in the car with dad and I asked "Do you know anything about a scrapbook?". "Why do you ask?" was dads absent minded answer. " We found a scrap book in Mrs. Lydia's attic and it had pictures of you, mom, Mrs. Lydia, Mr. Victor, and more of our neighbors in the treehouse." Luke said while glancing down on his phone. Dad pulled over the car as fast as he could. The car shook when it stopped. " How did you find this and why do you have it?" Dad frantically asked. "Ethan found it and brought it to the treehouse." I told dad, a little freaked out. "Okay. I have somewhere to take you after Luke's soccer game. I will text Lydia and tell her to get Izzy and Ethan ready." replied Dad. Dad texted Mrs. Lydia.

"Lydia, they know something is up about the treehouse. I'm going to take them up. Can you get your kids ready in an hour for this?"

"Yes, do you want me there?"

"If you want to. It is ALL your decision."

"Okay. I will go with you guys."

After two hot hours of sitting in the smelly soccer field, Luke and I were very curious about what was happening. Dad didn't speak. He only asked Luke about his game, which we won by the way. When everyone else got in the car, dad was whispering to Mrs. Lydia. Us kids could only hear the sheer sound of dead silence.