Two days after the Impostor has arrived, I'm sitting in my tree. In this tree, ten years ago, my mother and father built a tree-house for me. Well, my skinny ass can no longer fit in the tree house anymore, but I still sit in the tree.

It's a big sycamore, my one place in our tiny college campus backyard where neither my father, nor anyone else for that matter, can reach me. Not even stupid Indiana Jones can disturb my solace or make my life worse.

I've been avoiding him for the last few days, merely catching glimpses of him in the hallway and hearing snatches of his voice throughout the house. I've basically been living in my room as planned, occasionally sneaking down to the kitchens for a snack. The nice thing, though, is that I'm back to school, so I'm not always cooped up in my room.

Abner supposedly 'made up' for my forgotten birthday by buying me some trashy romance novel titled 'Pride and Prejudice'. Bleck. Both Abner and I know that I'd rather be reading a thrilling mystery than a ROMANCE NOVEL. He didn't seem offended at all when I told him that. He merely trotted out of my room without another word.

So here I sit, sketching my bitten apple as it sits on my knee. For the first time this week, I don't feel threatened by anyone or anything. I enjoy the feel of my scratchy jeans on my legs. Abner has always prompted me to wear ideal women's clothing. I personally can't stand it. Maybe a skirt here and there, but all the time? I find men's clothes to be much more comfortable and better for climbing trees. Abner says that when I fall in love, I won't think like that anymore. I'll want to look nice and presentable. I tell him I never will get married, which I probably won't. Looking at how wimpy guys are these days, no one is able to handle me, I'm sure of that.

But then again, maybe if I find the right guy...

Oh Jesus Christ, what does he want now?

Great, Jones found my hiding place.

"Can I come up?" He calls up at me.

"Not if you don't want to get pushed all the way back down!" I holler back, still intent on my apple drawing.

"Well, will you come down? I'd like to talk to you." He yells.

"Go away!" Is all I say to reply.

Seconds later I feel a thud against the tree as he bangs his fist against it. I hold back a laugh as a string of curse words fall from his mouth.

"I'll stay here all night if I have to!" He shouts, sitting down and leaning against the tree.

I let out a huffy sigh.

That is one stubborn jackass, let me tell you.

I received a review yesterday saying that the jeans and tank top in one of these shorts was not in the era. I'm aware of that, and I'm happy that this person pointed it out. However, jeans were actually worn in the 20's, but mostly by men. As for the tank-top, it didn't really exist and I'm sorry for that horrible typo. I changed it to say button up blouse so that should be fine now! So now that that is cleared up, maybe you could drop in a review??