We buried father in the woods behind the March's house next to mother. I had been very depressed since that day and now I was resting on the sofa.

"Ty," Jo said, coming to sit next to me, "are you still mourning?"

"Yes, Jo! I can't deal with it, its too hard for me," I replied sadly.

"Have you ever thought of writing it down, making it into a story?" she suggested.

I looked down at my hands sheepishly, and admitted, "I never had a change to learn how to read and write. I wish I could though."

"Well, if you'd like me to, I could teach you."

"Could you? I'd like that real fine!"

"Ty-boy! Ty! Where are you? I have a present for you!" Allen shouted, searching for me in the woods.

"I'm here, Allen!" I called back, jumping from my perch in a tree. "What do you have for me?"

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cute little brown fuzz ball with a white spot on her head.

"A puppy! Really Allen? Is it mine?'

"Yes, she's a full blown sheltie. Plus I picked this up." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple silk collar with a bronze heart on it.

"Oh! It's so shiny! What does it say?"

"My name is Princess," he read, "I belong to Ty Gordon Steppe."

"You hear that, Princess," I said, rubbing the puppy, "You belong to me now!"

That's the end of my story, I hope you liked it. I also hoped you've read my friend's story. If not you can read "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott. Have you ever read my story before? I hope not because this is the only place you can.