A/N: Oh. My. Freaking. God. I was right. They do live in Denver. Holy crap, I scare myself sometimes. Anyway, sorry for the really, really late update. A lot of personal things have been going on and it has contributed to massive writer's block.
Disclaimer: ….dang it. I've been told I don't own Good Luck Charlie. :(
7. I Really Need a Compass
The tree house felt kind of empty without Seth in it. Like there was too much unoccupied space. It was odd really. The place was completely cramped. I should be relived at the extra space, but I wasn't. I was kind of disappointed.
Anyway, so I climbed down from the (kinda lonely) tree house. I knew that Teddy and Ivy probably had not been up there. I walked toward what little was left of the house.
I had to inference what used to be where. It was pretty much just a scorched piece of field. So I walked through the door and tried to imagine the house the way I left it. I imagined that I was walking through the kitchen. I saw the blackboard on the fridge and the countertop that spilt the room in half. I walked into the living room and saw the brown couch and small television. It was just as I remembered it. But then the image faded, and I was brought back to the fact that my once beloved house was in ruins. It was almost enough to make me cry. Almost.
Damn it! I couldn't remember where I last saw Ivy. I walked back into the kitchen, thinking that she had been in there. I was wandering around when my right foot fell through the soil. I pulled it out, then got down to my knees and started digging loose soil up until I was left with a flight of stairs that lead underground. Of course we'd had a basement, but I never been in it. Then again, there's a first time for everything.
The basement was dark and damp. It smelled like niter, but it was otherwise unharmed. The wallpaper was stained with water and light no longer flooded the room. I had to light a few matches to see. By the flickering flame I could see the other brown couch and Emmett's old drum set. The small cloth sack in my pocket was drawing me toward them. Bingo.
I sprinkled the powder from the pouch onto the drums and watched as a silvery line illuminated room. I followed it up the steps.
Once I got up the steps and past the house, I saw that the line veered to the left of me. Now, if you're asking me to guess where they had gone from that one teeny tiny little line, I can't. So don't ask. So, although I had no freaking idea where It was going to lead me, I continued to follow the line.
