The Girl

She doesn't have a name. Well, she does, but I won't tell you her name, nor her appereance. You can hate me for doing that, but I want you to imagine her. She can be you, your friend or someone you just imagined.

She likes the tree very much. It was her favourite place, she always climbed up there when she wanted to escape from her problems.

Then, she met a boy. I know, I know. You probably hate me already because I keep doing this, but she didn't meet a boy. She met a girl. If you're homophobic or something, you can imagine as if that girl was a boy, but you'll be fooling yourself.

If you're ready to get out of your way and read a different story, go ahead and read The Girl.

The adventure begins.