I moved three boxes into the treehouse in my back yard. I don't understand why I have to pack this stuff up. It's not like we're moving. And besides, no one ever comes up here but me and Emma.
Clean the treehouse, she says. Don't be filthy, she says. Don't be irritating mother, I SAY!
I sighed heavily, finally making my way to the top. I ran my fingers through my hair, looking for a place to start. There was nothing really here but a bunch of garbage that me and Emma picked up over the years.
I grabbed one of the boxes, and sat it by the window. I started off with all the old toys that were sprawled across the floor.
I was finish with the toys in no time, so I walked over to the little table. I looked at our old little jewelry box, and then opened it. I pulled out one of the friendship
