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    I have a special place to go to when I feel awful or when I feel great. I don't know if many people do. Some go to their bedroom and lie down in their bed. Some go for a walk. Some people, like my best friend May, go shopping. My mom cleans everything when she's pissed off, and when she's happy.

    But for me, my special place is not anywhere in my house. It is also nowhere near a shopping centre. It is quite far from my house. Around 2km, to be exact. I ride there on my bike everyday. To read, to do homework. To think , to be alone, to watch everything rush by me quickly, as if on fast forward. To watch the trees and flowers swaying gently in the wind. I usually bring my best frind there, and we could talk about anything there. Without my parents accidentally hearing. Ahem, "accidentally" hearing, meaning sending my little sister, Lera, to eavesdrop on us and then tell everything to my parents.

   My dog usually tags along too. Her name is Jen, and she is a Jack Russell terrier. Anyway, back to my special place. It is a huge field, with a thick forest along one side of it, and a dirt road along the other. In the middle of the field, there is a huge apple tree. And by huge, I mean two people have to join hands in order to hug it all around the trunk. It is around nine or ten floors high, and really easy to climb. In the summer, the leaves are so thick, that if you were on the second branch, nobody could ever guess you were up there. Unless they came up to the tree, and stared straight up. Then they could see you.

   May and I go there regularly and do everything there. Talk, read, write, listen to music, and just about anything you can think of. But i you don't find us there, then we'll either be at my house, or at May's house.

 

 

To Be Continued...

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[Kent Smotherman]

I'm curious where you are going with this, so that's a good thing for a writer to accomplish. :) On the other hand, I'm curious mainly because nothing has been presented in this opening chapter to really explain the why of this story, so I'm not sure if I'm curious enough to read the next chapter...