By the time Scott and I arrived home, not only did we have an idea, but we had plans. "Dad," I yelled. "We need to go to the hardware store!!" "Oh no," my dad said with a look of concern. "What are you two up to?" "A treehouse dad! We are building a treehouse!!!" Luckily for us my dad knew a thing or two about construction. Knowing that we weren't giving up, my dad helped us build the perfect treehouse. It took a few months, but it made going to school much easier.
Soon, it was summer again and Scott and I spent most of it in our treehouse. Anytime we went to the beach, Scott and his family came with us. The treehouse was our sanctuary. A no parents allowed sign was proudly displayed on the treehouse door, except when something needed fixing.
Towards the end of the summer my parents agreed to getting me a dog. Of course Scott went with us to help me pick out the best dog. We decided on a beagle named sniffles. Sniffles was named because he seemed to always be sniffing for something. Sniffles would go with us everywhere. His favorite place, the treehouse. We always stashed toys and treats up there so Sniffles was happy to come with us. It was the best place on earth.
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What's in a Smile
Science FictionA story of a girl and a boy, with an unconventional relationship. One that includes mystery, sadness, and joy.
