"Charlie?" She called as she looked up in the tree. Sighing, she gave up and said, "He's not answering me, Mom." "Get over here, Autumn," her mother replied sternly. She was standing on the back porch with her arms crossed, still wearing her robe and house slippers. "Find your brother right now, or I'm lockin' you out of this house until you do." And with that, the middle-aged woman shut the screen door and left her daughter out in the humid night.
"Ug. Stupid mom. Stupid Charlie. Stupid everything," she kicked the rocks in her path and sat on a mossy wooden bench. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she had an idea. What makes Charlie want to stay in his tree house all day? Why does he insist on books all of the time? It was time to find out, because she sure wasn't dealing with her mother.
Climbing the seemingly endless ladder, the girl made her way up to her brother's tree house. As she stepped in, the books surrounding her got overwhelming. She spun around, taking a good look at everything: the bookcases, the library books that filled them, a bean bag chair in the corner that had a hole in it, and the book. There was one book lying open on the floor by the chair. The shudders outside lightly tapped the window as the breeze flowed into the tree house. She picked up the book. She turned it over and looked at the title. The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe. Huh.. She thought. It's got a nice ring to it. Flipping to the beginning, she began to read. She read for hours. She was being dragged into the story; but she didn't know that a book could take her somewhere else.
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The Golden Creek
ActionCharlie has always had an active imagination. But waking up in a completely different realm can be a little concerning, don't you think? Well, not for this eight year old. Anywhere other than his home was amazing basically. It all started when he wa...
