There was an old shed hidden by the tangle of vines and shaded by the tall oaks of the forest. Wild mushrooms grew around the old gardening shed which was one of the reasons why Zoeya loved to hang around there. Though the main reason was because it was out of the way and she could be alone.
Zoeya loved the once green garden shed, now a dull paint chipped grey. She found it on one of her walks around a year ago, and came back every day since. It was a place she could relax and be alone for a little while. It wasn't that Zoeya was extremely lonely, in fact she plenty of people liked her enough! Zoeya was generally nice to everyone, and os everyone was generally nice back to her. She hung out out with Lomadia and Nanosounds sometimes, but in the truth, she liked the seclusion of the forest. Well that and one other thing. But that other thing is not as important at the moment.
Inside Zoeya sat on the old wooden stool with her composition notebook opened to a new page. Sometimes she drew, sometimes she wrote. It didn't matter what, as long as ink made it's way onto the page. She liked creating her own stories, ones she fantasized day after day. Some days she was pirate, other days a space cadet, often times she was a techno-mage in the midst of a war between mushrooms. These worlds offered a safe haven for her. A place to go to when she was sad or hurt.
The light was beginning to fade and Zoeya knew it was time to go home before her parents got worried. She left her notebook and pen on the middle shelf next to two other notebooks and an array of colored pencils. She turned off her camping lamp and put it on the table. The only light now came through the window above the table and through the open doorway. Reaching the door she took one more look inside before closing the door. 'I'll be back tomorrow' she told herself. She said goodbye to the stray mushrooms before running off back to her house.