The Treehouse

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Chapter one

The beauty of moving is the fact that you're turning over a page in your story, you're starting a new chapter and a new life. I don't know how true that is, but that's what Das would always say to me as we bunny hopped from house to house. Das and his recent partner Kathryn are unpredictable and I've come to the point where I never fully unpacked any of my stuff, I leave the stacks of boxes loaded up in the corner of my bedrooms awaiting to be moved again.

"This one is perfect," Kathryn would dream. But let's be honest, if we've moved many times, personally I don't think any house is 'perfect'. But I'm just the little child that doesn't get a say, I'm just the soft toy that gets tugged along, trailing along in the old remains. But I must say this house we are in now, has been our longest home.The house or should I say, apartment we will be moving into is in central Essex by the beach front. I haven't seen the place but apparently (according to Kathryn) the apartment is just wonderful.

"The lounge is right by the window and overlooks the ocean, oh it's beautiful!" She chimed on and on. But I'm not counting on that, she should really know by now that I go by my own judgements.

It's going to be different from living in the country side, I guess Das was ready for a change of scenery. He has grown up in the country, living amongst large fields of freedom and spending sleepless nights under the stars. I can't believe he could even think about leaving the beautiful and peaceful part of the world. There have been rumours I've heard that you can't see stars in a city, the pollution from cars clogging up the sky shutting the outside world away.

But I wouldn't really be surprised if he wanted a house in the city for a change.

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It was nearly 8am according to my wrist watch that cackled away on the set alarm on the leg of my bed, the noise ringing painfully through my ears waking up my tired brain. It stopped the stressful dream though, pushing it away from my mind. My ears watered as the light from my watch stung me as I switch the 'off' button on my watch . Pushing back restlessly I shove the single duvet back off my legs, the sharp air brushing against my skin. Maybe that's why we were moving, the morning temperature was to cold for poor Kathryn. Not that I care. I slide my feet into some dirty socks on the floor and sluggishly slide down the hall tugging my hands through my short hair.

"Hi," I say mid yawn grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the wooden table as I enter the kitchen. It was empty, besides the table, but it was completely empty. This doesn't bother me, I barely notice it.

Das turns around and smiles at me. He was standing on the edge of the deck looking out over the farm, slowly twiddling the spoon around his coffee.

"Mornin' kiddo," he reaches over and tousled my hair, his fingers brushing my skin.

"I'm guessing we're not leaving for a while?" I ask taking a bit of my apple. "Kathryn's not up yet,"

Das sighed "no'sure, when Kathryn's ready I guess," his voice was tighter and rougher than usual and his the dull bags under his eyes were more bolder in the suttle morning light.

"It's gonna be weird,"

Das nods "sure will," he steps forward and pours the rest of his coffee onto the grass. "Oh and Kathryn has enrolled you into a school quite close to our new house,"

I drop my apple "huh! What's wrong with the one I'm at now?"

He shrugs "I dunno, too far away I guess, Kathryn thought the education might be better in town,"

"I can bus! I always bus, It's not that far! Why didn't you back me up, you know me well enough that I like my school," being a spoilt brat was not one of my "things" but right now I don't care how bratty I get.

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