So long my dear friend

01: the old club house

Frida's POV:

I am doing some homework but can't concentrate because of my parents that keep shouting at each other. "Can you guys fight in silence someone's trying to study!" I yell from my room. I quickly hear my mother's voice making it's way to my ears, before dad shouts: "go study somewhere else then, and mind your own goddamn business!"

I let out a huff, take my stuff and descend the flight of stairs but not before aggressively slamming my door shut in a small form of protest. I grab my skateboard and jacket yelling bye to my mom just before I step out of this rotten house. Literally, this house might as well be a trash can since my parent don't really give a fuck about cleaning. Or anything else regarding basic hygiene.

The wind blows my hair out of my face while I ride on my board. I think I'll go to my best friends house which is about 20 minutes away unless... I go trough the woods making it only about 10 minutes. Yes our little village is split in two by an enormous wood. Going around it will take ages since it's mainly long in length. Besides a little nature can't hurt anyone right?

As I'm walking trough the woods I see something familiar in the bushes. I go closer and there's a sign that says no trespassing beyond here. Private property. There's a metal fence going around a piece of the woods. I know who's property it is and I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to be here since I used to play here as a kid with my friends before... never mind it's not important. But if I remember correctly we used to have a club house and I could study there. Fuck it I'm going to that place it's been a long time, nine years to be exact.

I remember the path to the club house like the back of my hand and before I know it, I am face to face with a million childhood memories. The old hut, which you have to access by ladder since it's actually a tree house, still looks exactly the same from the outside. I could swear someone comes here to clean every day. The dark wooden planks are all still straight and they still have the original colour it used to have. The little windows look completely fine and even cleaned. For all I know the roof could be destroyed but I highly doubt that since everything else is taken good care of. I wonder who takes there time to still come here. I thought we had an agreement never to come to this place again. Oh well who am I to talk I'm here now.

I quickly drop my skateboard at the foot of the tree and climb my way up the ladder. Once I reach the top I open the little door only to see that nothing has changed. Literally everything is the same, from the small green and blue pillows, the Indian rug, the little couches and of course the photos of me and my old friends. What's new is a little table with lots of flowers and a picture of my old friend that we lost nine years ago. It looks like one of my friends still isn't over her disappearance since the flowers are pretty fresh. I'd say someone was here about two days ago or maybe three because the flowers aren't that fresh anymore. I remember how much fun we used to have here. But that's history. I place myself on the couch and I decide to studie for about half an hour.

I'm done studying so I go look in my back to look for some weed and rolling papers. I role my joint and light that motherfucker up so I can relax a bit. I put on some music via my phone to complete the relaxed vibe I created for myself. As I take another hit I hear a deep voice say:"hello. Who's there?"

Author note:
I'm not gonna do this author note thing a lot just want you to know that if you like it I will post about once or twice a week.