Trey's Short Stories

The Little Pink Tree House

My family, my cat Cotton, and I moved to Princeton, New Jersey since my father had gotten a job at the university. I didn't want to but since I'm only nine years old I had to go. My sister, Emery has autism, so my parents must spend more time with her. Therefore, most of the time is spent with Cotton. On the way to our new home we looked out at all the old-fashioned buildings. Of course, my sister had to spend the whole time attempting to pronounce my name, Raelyn.

"Rae! Be polite to your sister. She's different but that does give you permission to treat her that way," my mother told me.

My mother has never liked me because "I" ruined her dreams at becoming a lawyer. I rolled my eyes and she told me that I was being belligerent. I wish that she would let me go at some point. Since that won't happen, I'll just be in my own world. Which contained a small, cozy pink tree house.

We soon arrived at our so-called house. Emery instantly became cantankerous since her schedule had changed, so my parents had to calm that little animal down. Once I got inside I quickly realized that this house is smaller than the one we used to live in. There was a large living room area, a kitchen that included an eating area, two big bedrooms, and two bathrooms. That meant only one thing, Emery and I would be sharing a room.

As the day started to vanquish, I could tell my cat seemed to feel dejected by the way he had look out the window for hours. I don't know why but I remember seeing a man running across the lawn. My sister started acting absurd, so my mother made both of us go to bed. Although during the night I couldn't sleep. I could hear footsteps walking through this strange new house. I got up from my uncomfortable bed, so I could discover where the footsteps were coming from. When I opened the door, I heard screams which like my mother. I panicked and ran back in to my room, but it wasn't my room. Emery's stuff was missing like it was never there. I walked over to the biggest bed I've ever seen. The door opened very quickly. I walked down the dark and mysterious hallway when I saw something luminous. I thought my eyes deceived me but as I got closer I figured out it was a bottle. According to my father, the bottle was an heirloom from my great, great, great, great grandfather I didn't believe him. The closer I got I could smell some type of medicine. The label said it was used for as remedy. I felt something grab me.

I woke up in a beautiful, grassy field. Right in front of me was the little pink tree house from my imagination. I climbed up the latter and saw a very dapper man. He offered tea which I excepted. He talked about a nine-year old girl who was kidnapped a few days ago. He also mentioned that I wasn't the first person to show up at his lovely home. I went out to the patio which surprisingly was staying up without support.

"Sir, where am I exactly?" I asked.

"A place you'll loveno matter what," He stated with a mischievous smile.