The Treehouse

I stared out of my bedroom window toward the large tree that stood in the middle of my backyard. It was higher than the house and was, at the moment, dressed with red and yellow leaves that were just starting to litter the grass. In the tree was a large wooden tree house. My twin brother and I built it when we were ten years old with the help of an older cousin. I thought it would be used often but since its three years of being in that tree it wasn’t used too much aside from being the perfect hiding spot for hide-and-seek or a tower to throw snowballs at passersby in the winter.

The more I stared at the tree house the more I wanted to be in it for some reason. So, I stopped working on the homework I was supposed to finished and walked out the bedroom door to the downstairs. I saw my mother sitting on the couch and my sister was right next to her. I went through the kitchen and out the back door right to the tree. I looked up and started climbing a rope ladder. Once I reached the top I had to boost myself up and climb in. I looked around.

There wasn’t much to see. There were a few plastic crates that were used to sit on and some sheets of paper cluttered the floor. There was a battery powered amp hanging from the ceiling and “curtains” made out of torn up shirts covered the two small cut out windows on both each wall. I started shivering from the wind that started blowing. I was about to climb down the ladder when I saw my brother climbing up.

“Hey,” he said, “what are you doing up here?”

“Nothing,” I told him. “I just wanted to look around in here. I was getting bored in the house.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing to do,” he said as he took a seat against one of the walls.

I started walking around to inspect the tree house more when I heard laughing. My brother and I looked out one of the little windows and saw a girl and a boy walking down the side walk. (The tree house had a good view of the alley in the back and the street next to the side of the house). I saw the girl turn her head and recognized her immediately.

“Hey Mario,” I said as I nudged him, “isn’t that Ivet?”

“Yeah I think it is,” he replied. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at her. “I don’t know who the guy is though.”

“I think that’s her boyfriend,” I told him. “I’m not too sure though.”

“Well he’s lucky.