Birchwood

ep1. s1: The middle of nowhere.

You might be wondering why I'm on a scooter with a nine year old rolling through the forest at close to 100 miles per hour with a giant... whatever that is... chasing us. I assure you that there is a perfectly logical explanation.

*cue theme song*

It all started when my parents decided to to ship me and my little brother across Mississippi River to a small Town in Minnesota called Birchwood with my dad's parents. It would all be fine if I wasn't blind and my brother didn't have a death wish!

"I think you'll like this town!" My dad said while we were in the car. 

"Whatever." I said as I turned on my playlist and prepared for the hour and a half drive ahead. I guess I had had fallen asleep because I was jolted awake to the sound of my dad yelling. 

"William Prometheus Artist! What are you doing!?" I smelled something horrible.

My brother started crying. "I peeeeeeeeed!" 

"Ughhhhhh..." I moaned. "You're nine!" 

"You've PEED in YOUR pants before!" My brother yelled 

"I... Was... Three!" I stated. 

"Well I'm only four years older then when you last peed!" 

"Six years, not four years." 

"I HATE MATH!" My dad stopped at a local Kwik-Trip and made my brother change.

When we had arrived my brother sprinted out of the car and ran into a tree. "Watch out." I said. 

"SHUT UP!" My brother screamed. My dad walked us towards a house. Ding-dong! 

"Blane!" A woman's voice said. 

"Kids, this is your Grandma Tammy!" My dad said. 

"Hi!" My brother said.

"Hello." I said. 

"Mom, these are your grandkids, Rose and Will! Rose is the one with green hair and Will is the one with the missing tooth." My dad mentioned our distinct characteristics because a lot of people think I'm a boy and a lot of people think my brother is a girl.

"Blane?" A man's voice said in a lazy tone. 

"Hi dad." My dad replied. "Kids this is your Grandpa Matt!" 

"Hi." Matt said and then he walked into the house, sat down, and turned on the tv. "GO TIMBER WOLVES!" I heard him shout. 

"BADGERS!" My brother yelled at him as he walked in the house. Soon they were having a full blown fight. I don't like sports so I decided to explore the woods, it's not called Birchwood for nothing.

I was brushing my hand against the trees and making a clicking noise with my tongue to make sure I didn't run into anything. BANG! I felt my hand hit metal. "What the?" I felt around the "Tree" and found a handle. "Raghh!" I lifted the lever up. Swush! I felt a trap door open under me feet. "AHHHH!" I yelled. Wham! I hit cold floor, probably stone. "Owch!" I felt around. "A book?" I picked the book up and opened it. "No brile!" I said annoyed. I felt around the area. "A ladder!" I climbed up and made my way back to the house.

"Hey Poindexter!" My brother said. "Owch!" He yelled as he fell off the couch. 

"Hey knucklehead." I said. 

 "Whatcha got with the crystal and 3 on the cover? Some dork thing?"

"It's a book. Can you help me read it?" 

"Sure!" My brother flipped open the book and started reading "It has been 10 years since I have been in the odd town of Birchwood Minnesota! Since 'the incident' my family has discouraged me from coming back here. I truly want to know what happened on june 2nd, 1964! Baloney fudge and mustard! This is awesome!"

My brother had the "genius" idea to try to make Oobleck in the kitchen sink and almost destroyed the fossett, so obviously they forced us out of the house. We decided to explore the woods to try to find any other evidence on who the author of the mysteries journals might be. "ROAR!"

 "Did you hear that?" My brother got off his scooter. 

"ROAR!" A giant creature stepped out from the woods behind us, it must've camouflaged very well, my brother sight is not to be messed with. 

"AHHHHHHHH!" We screamed in unison and we hopped on his scooter.

"What is that?!" My brother asked. 

"What did it look like?!" I asked in response. 

"It looks like a hybrid between a furry-deer and a skeleton!" 

"Oh no... it's a Wendigo!" 

"A-what-a-what?" 

"A Wendigo! A creature from Native American folklore! It eats people!" 

"What do we do?" 

"Look in the journal!" 

"Wendigo. Weakness: unknown! OH CRAP!"

 "THINKOFSOMETHINGTHINKOFSOMETHINGTHINKOFSOMETHING!" 

"COME HERE YOU LITTLE BUTT!" My brother yelled at the Wendigo. 

"Me?" The Wendigo asked. 

"YES YOU! NOW LEAVE ME AND MY SISTER ALONE OR ILL BEAT YOU UP!''

"Ok." The Wendigo said fighting back a tear. 

"I guess we found the Wendigo's weakness. Being bullied by a nine-year-old!" I said as we walked back to the house. 

"Oh no! Your jacket! It's gone!" My brother pointed out. 

"Oh no!" Tammy said as we walked in the house. "You'll need this!" She said as she put a warm and fuzzy hoodie over my head. This is the first time I've smiled in nine months!