In the dusty, sluggish summer morning heat a dirty figure leaned tiredly against a tree with a tree house on top, that was over looking a disgustingly little town. Her blood shot foggy aquamarine eyes glanced over at the tear soaked letter for the thousand time, it said:

Dear Charlie,

Please, feel free to come and stay anytime you like! I know

it's hard for you to deal with your family the way they act and stuff.

Since I moved in with my cousins it must be much harder. Please

I miss you!

Lot's of Love,

Tracey Tessio

I glance at my watch 5 AM. Damn! I really need some rest, and this must be the tree house she was telling me all about. Maybe I can just climb up there and rest for a little bit, no one should be up there. I know that I must NOT go to Molly's and impose on her or her cousins. And drag them into my problems and my lives.

Reaching the top and push the trapdoor open and pull myself in. Then looked around, I felt the left top of my lip rising uncontrolled… doesn't look too comfy to sleep up here, but it's better than sleeping on the grass and risk someone seeing me.

Laying down I try to become comfortable. At last sweet sleep over takes me, ah! I drift off to dream of better times...not knowing that my peaceful rest would soon be rudely interupted.