"What is all this crap?" asked Abby. I had been wondering the same thing myself. Maybe this had been why Sparks had led us here, to this tree house in the middle of the god forsaken woods. "There's nothing here but empty Oreo boxes and dried up markers." she snickered. I looked around, and that was all I saw. To tell you the truth, this was the first time I had ever seen a tree-house outside of a movie. It wasn't how I expected one to look, this wasn't at all like the ones you see on television. I liked it though, it seemed cool. It kind of reeked though.

"I wonder who built this, it looks like nobodies been here since Kennedy was gunned down." Abby had a way with words, and sometimes it could get irritating, other times it would be funny. Right now it was funny.

I laughed and began to rustle through all the junk I saw. Boxes, empty soda cans, everything you would expect to see in a prehistoric clubhouse.

"Hey Abb," I said. I called her this all the time, and she used to get annoyed then got used to it, and even began to like it. "Maybe we could fix this place up, it could be a cool place to chill." Abby looked at me and smiled.

"Kale, you couldn't figure out how to put together your clarinet, what makes you think you can build a tree house?" That one hurt, I'm not going to lie.

"Well, I don't see you making a pyramid of playing cards either." She laughed at that.

"We can try, sure, maybe with help from y--" She paused. "My dad or someone…" I realized what she had accidentally done, and I got nervous for a second and didn't respond, instead I just stood there looking at her.

"Sorry, I forget, I…sorry."

"It's okay." I said. "You haven't known me for very long, so it's all right that you forgot, and it was almost three years ago, so I'm not…don't worry." I must have sounded like a complete idiot. She smiled at me again, nervously. There was an awkward silence, and I knew I had to be the one to break it.

"Why don't we see what else is around here?" I suggested anxiously.

"Okay! Sure" she replied. For a moment, I couldn't help but gaze at her long black hair blow over her face in the wind, her eyes glimmering like rubies. I really liked this girl. We had just met a few weeks ago, after I moved to Virginia from Ohio. I didn't particularly like the new school, with the exception of a nice music teacher named Mrs. Edmuns. She appeared to be around fifty years of age, but she wasn't harsh or strict like the other teachers. It was in her class that I had met Abby. It was strange really, because she was a popular girl and I was the new kid. For some reason, however, she decided to make small talk with me and we became good friends. Fifth grade was looking good so far, as I found my self climbing high on the social ladder, far past where I was at my old school. I would never have expected that.

Anyway, Abby was giving me a confused look as I stared at her, so I quickly turned away and made my way down the tree-house. We continued to walk, and began to hear sounds of water.

"Is there a creek around here?" asked Abby.

"Sounds like it…" I said sarcastically. She playfully punched me in the shoulder and ran ahead.

"Hey, wait up!" I yelled and ran after her. She giggled and started running faster.

"Woah!" I heard from ahead. I caught up to her and we both stood in awe at what we were looking at. And it wasn't the creek. A bridge of some kind hovering over the creek caught our eyes. There appeared to be some sort of insignia or something at the top, but we couldn't make out what was written or drawn on it, it looked like it had been eaten away at or simply faded out.

"This is soooo weird!" said Abby. I noticed that she only talked girly when she was exited about something. "This is a weird place."

"No kidding." I said under my breath as I examined the wood the bridge had been made out of.

"Should we try crossing it?" she asked, ignoring my sarcasm.