Chicago life is dangerous.

Chapter three

As soon as I get home my dad is on me like a moth to a light. "Where were you? I was worried!"
I just sigh and walk to my room. As soon as I'm in my room I lock my door and begin to open the letter I got from "Jen".

Dear Jade,

I don't remember if I told you this or not it's hard to keep track, but I want you to check something. Look in the locked drawer in my room. It's locked yes but check the Shakespeare book in your bookshelf  the inside is hallowed out and has the key in it. I love you Jade. I love you so much. Good luck.

-Mom

I love you too mom I think to myself. Doing as she says I walk over to my bookshelf and pick up the dirtiest one. The Shakespeare book. I open it and take out the key holding it close to my chest as I walk to the deserted locked drawer and open it. Hoping for a Golden Fleece  or an elder scroll, I find a book instead. A dusty old leather bound book with tree-like roots on the front. Opening it, I find page after page of different personalties. All with at least 3 pages. Some of the personalties are ones that I know mom has never told the doctors about. There are tons that even I don't know about. Mom must have broken the record for the most amount of personalties by at least a couple hundred. This is absolutely incredible. I will keep mom's secret even if it costs me my life. It may not have been a Golden Fleece or an elder scroll but it's something. Something that will be taken to my grave. I need to go. I need to clear my head. I take the book and key and put it in my backpack as well as my wallet, phone, extra pair of clothes, and a water bottle. I put the backpack on and head out. I need a ride to where I want to go though. My dad. He most likely left his keys home.. I go back in and find his keys on his counter and soon I'm in the driver seat of a black mustang. I drive for about three hours before I'm there. I'm in a small town in Wisconsin. I go to one of my favorite places there. A treehouse in the woods that I built with my family when I was younger. I still update it and add to it every year as tradition, making it better and better. I park the car behind some bushes and get out. I breathe in the scent of cedar trees and flowers. It's nice to get away from the city once in a while. I climb up the ladder of my tree house and collapse in my bean bag chair. I look out the window of my treehouse and drift to sleep with the image of mom still stuck in my head.