Gone

The Treehouse

"Wait up!" I yelled after my brother and our friends.

I tied my dirty, mucky converse as fast as I could, trying to catch up with them.

They were headed to the woods, probably the treehouse. Even though they weren't supposed to go without me they did anyways. Ugh.

I debated wether going after them or not. Being a monophobiac, I hated being alone. Especially in the woods. It gives me the chills.

I double knotted my shoe and flew down the stairs, trying to catch up.

They didn't tell me exactly where they were going, so I assumed it was the treehouse.

I swung the back door open and stepped into the backyard. It was breezy today, the pine needles blew around like feathers in the yard.

I hopped the fence and went by the donut tree. The donut tree was a giant oak; a huge hole in the center of the trunk gave home to our imagination and enjoyment. The giant hole kinda looks like a donut, so thats why we call it that.

I went towards the river and crossed a log, then walked across the pebbles- drenching my shoes with another layer of water and mud.

The treehouse wasn't far now.

I climbed over the much larger rocks, and crossed a stable dam. A cleared path led its way to the treehouse. Our treehouse.