March 18, 1934
I run, the wind stinging my face. I want t get home fast because today my best friend from preschool is coming home. We haven’t seen each other for 2 years since 5th grade. I run down the alley in between two walls of bricks. I notice something as I am running so I slow down. I notice that there is a brick missing from the wall in its place is a piece of paper rolled so tightly you wouldn’t see it if it weren’t for the little edge sticking out. I pulled it out and read it. It said:
Up in a tree
Captured by he
Stuck all alone
Never came home
Hope is lost
But not quite forgot
I took the note home to read again later and hurried on my way. It was strange how I had found the note the day my friend was coming home. I later realized that it wasn’t the day that she came home, it was the day she didn’t.
March 19, 1934
I woke up remembering the events of the last night. I had gotten home at 5:00pm one hour before curfew. I couldn’t see Adrienne. Mom and Dad were worried, my little brother Gregory was playing with trucks on the carpet.
They had looked me in the eye and said “Samantha”
“Adrienne isn’t here,”
I remember feeling cold starting at my heart and seeping in to fill my entire body. I felt numb. Adrienne wasn’t here. She was supposed to be here 4 hours ago.
I finally manage to roll out of bed. Get dressed and start off for school. There is nothing that will make me happy, nothing at all. At school Martha and Mary were waiting for me. I sat down in between them and told them about Adrienne. They were pretty shocked too, but no one was as surprised as I was when I heard the news.
March 20, 1934
When I got home my mom had made tea. She told me that earlier she had called Adrienne’s parents. They had said that she had left on the train a week ago. Then she said she had called five different train stations to see if she had arrived. They all said that a young girl with blond hair and forget-me-not blue eyes had in fact arrived safely. She had been accompanied by a boy with mousy brown hair. The thing is, Adrienne was traveling alone.
March 21, 1934
The next day I tried hard not to think about it. I went through school like a ghost. Not feeling anything or seeing what was really going on. To this day I still wish I had done things different. I wish I had thought things through. The note, oh why didn’t I see. I was so blind in trying to lose myself that I hadn’t realized.
March 22, 1934
After school I decide to take the path I went on the day before Adrienne was taken. As I was passing a huge tree though the world went dark. Pitch black. I couldn’t see anything. Then I feel something snaking and coiling around my body. I feel it with the tips of my fingers, it's wood. The tree was grabbing me. My feet left the ground and I was put in the tree trunk, I felt the wood close then I fell. It seemed like hours of falling. While I was falling the world was becoming lighter and lighter. When I land the ground is soft. It smells woody. I blink to adjust to the light. I was in the roots of the tree. Then a weak voice called out, “Samantha?” It was Adrienne.
She was behind me next to a table and a chair. On the table there was a mug. In the mug was water. I ask her where we are. “The tree of life” she says with a grim look on her face.
“Isn’t that a painting?” I ask
“Yes but it's also a prison.”
“You heard me. A P-r-i-s-o-n Prison, well sort of.”
“What do you mean ‘sort of’”
“I mean we are being held captive but not in jail”
“Oh, will we ever get out? Who is holding us captive? Why were we taken?” The questions keep pouring out of my mouth. Each one a question she can’t answer.
Probably March 23, 1934
We slept until we were tired no longer. After our rest we decided to break out of this place. I asked her to tell me how she got here. “I got on the train when I was supposed to, actually I got on a day before I was supposed to. The ticket man was great he told me exactly where I needed to go. On the train I met a boy, he was no older than me. We talked and I told him where I was going. He said he was going there too. He told me his name was Eddie. We went from train to train together. When we got to the last station he asked if he could walk me to your house. I agreed and let him. We talked and he said he knew a shortcut. We went in between two brick buildings. Then everything went dark and this huge tree grabbed me. I screamed for help. He said he couldn’t see anything. I told him to write a coded note for you in hopes you might see it. He said he would, then I got pulled into the tree.”
“Wow thats some story”
“I believe you”
“Ok, sorry I’m just stressed”
“You’ve been through a lot”
“We both have”
Maybe March 24, 1934
When I open my eyes Adrienne is crouched over a hole. I go look and in the hole is a field. The hole is more like a window I decide. She starts to put her foot in. “Wait!” I call before she goes any further.
“Why?” She asks
“You don’t know what that is, it could be a trap”
“No it couldn’t”
“Why not, the tree was.”
“It’s not a trap because it isn’t.”
“Well if it is, Don’t expect me to hop down to help.”
She jumped down into the meadow. “See perfectly safe”
“Maybe” I reply jumping down myself. The meadow was still. No winds blew, no birds chirped. We walked threw the grass for five minutes before the storm came. Rain poured down in sheets of icy cold water. We ran for cover, but none was to be found so we hunched down and huddled. The rain continued for several minutes. Then as quick as it had come it was gone. “Not completely safe” I say
“Ya well we’re not dead” She retorts
“Not yet” She ignores this and starts walking again.
“We should find cover in case that happens again.” She says
“I dunno, lets keep walking” We do. For a long time all we see is the meadow. Then in the distance we make out a faint line of trees. Trees! They could be exactly what we are searching for. I start to run, Adrienne follows me. Her feet moving swiftly through the grass. Much swifter than mine.
“Wait Up!” I call, not at all gracefully.
“Sam, This could be our chance to escape!” She says excitedly.
“Yes But I can't keep up.”
“Oh, Here” She helps me up and walks beside me. Soon night falls and we settle down to sleep in the grass.
If yesterday was March 24 It's March 25, 1934
We got up at sunrise and kept traveling. It took hours before we reached the tree’s. When we did we realized that they were each like the one we had come from. We heard a little voice plea, “help me” We ran over to the tree that the voice came from, a little pale arm reached out of a crack.
“We’re Coming” Adrienne called
“Please” The voice repeated. I raced across the woods and picked up a metal screw that was laying around. Then I used it to scrape away some of the wood. The tree came alive and struck me across the face. The pain was blinding. Adriene rushed over to help me up. I touched my cheek, it was wet with blood. I ran forward but tripped over something. When I looked down there was a sword at my feet. I picked it up. Good Timing. I swung the sword at the tree, it omitted a horrible sound. Like an animal shrieking in pain. Adrienne had a knife in her hand, she was working on freeing the little arm. We were back to back I was protecting her while she was freeing the little arm. Adrienne called to me that the hole was big enough. I was about to turn around when another branch struck me in the head. The world went black.
We’re going with it, March 26, 1934
Crazy things have happened, as crazy things do. In a little forest a girl waits, her hair falls around her face in snarled brown curls. She waits and another girl steps out of the woods, she looks the same as the last. More and more identical girls step out of the woods. They form a circle around the first girl. The girl raises her hand. The circle follows. She turns around. The rest follow. Another girl with Blond hair and Blue eyes walks toward the circle. It parts to let her bye. “Sam” She calls.
I awake with a start. My breath catches. “Adri” I get out.
“I’m Here” She assures me.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“4 Days. I thought you were gone”
“No just sleeping”
“No wonder. Adri?”
“What happened to the person in the tree?”
“No, sleeping” With that Adrienne helps me sit up. Lying in the grass is a tiny pale girl with strawberry hair fanning out around her. She was so small. Adrienne told me her name was Ella. She was 8 years old and came from New York.
March 27, 1934
Ella woke up a few hours after we did. She had a bright personality but was shy and sweet. I liked her the instant I saw her and wasn’t disappointed. She has so much energy, I wish I had that much energy. She tells us about her whole life. She asks so many questions, and when she gets tired she naps until she has more energy. I learn a lot about her, she is in 2nd grade and she loves pink. Everything pink, her ice cream preferences are strawberry and chocolate. She likes to wear her hair in a high ponytail. I think that she is adorable. Adrienne thinks she is annoying. We make it back to our tree that we originally fell from and climb back into the hole. Then with my sword I start to break through the ceiling. Adrienne shields Ella from the tree branches when they come. The branch swings through the gap I have made in the top. This time though I am prepared. I hit the branch and the whole thing starts to collapse. Adrienne dives through the hole I have made. I push Ella through and climb through myself. The next thing I know we are sitting it the end of the ally. I help Ella to her feet. Her knee is scraped and there are tears rolling down her face. I scoop her up in my arms and start after Adrienne. We walk all the way home.
March 28, 1934
When I walked through the door last night my parents were at the table. They were sitting across from my brother. He was crying. Then they all saw me. My brother stopped crying and ran towards me. My parents almost crushed me and Ella in a big hug. Then they saw Adrienne and they all lost it. They were crying and hugging us. Then when they got over the initial shock they heard us out. We told them the entire story. Then they asked about Ella, she told them where she lived and they said she could stay. So we all went to sleep. That is the end of my tale.