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Dad, You said he'd played catch with me. Ah, yelled is my father walked past me to his office, where he spent most of his days when he wasn't at work. I'm sorry, but I've got to get these documents done for tomorrow's big meeting. We'll do it another day, Okay? I frowned. That was the same excuse he always gave me. And the same follow up he always had. We'll do it another day. Yeah, yeah, sure we will. I thought longer. I stood in front of his door. The more upset I became. I eventually huffed and puffed enough to the point where I stormed out of the house. I left from my go to place when I was upset the tree house to a 12 year old kid. The tree house was the perfect place for a kid to just get away from his problems and be a kid. It was. Reese is in my place to go when we were sad, mad or just bored out of our minds. It was our little get away When things went awry in our lives. We also went there just to hang out. It was our spot. We had found the tree house one day while looking through the woods for buried treasure. We didn't find any treasure, but we did stumble upon the tree house. We climbed up the ladder and viewed the place from inside. Reese called it a dump, but I saw the potential in it. I fixed her up, grabbing fold up chairs, a rug and a blanket to cover the only window in the wooden box to create the coolest treehouse ever. We kept our comic books Yu gi oh, cards and other miscellaneous knickknacks up there. Now that I got the tree house out of the way, let me explain to you who Reese is. Reese is my best friend. He moved in next door. When I was in the second grade, we went over to their house and introduced ourselves. I wouldn't Theresa's room and saw that, he added. Attend of 64. We sat down and played Super smash bro's all day, and that visit became a sleepover, which we spent staying up late playing video games till our eyes became sore and then some. Reese was a good kid. Sure, he'd get into trouble occasionally, like the one time he fed his sister's goldfish to the cat. But he was overall, a good kid. You'd get into trouble for sneaking out, and he constantly was a wiseass to teachers. But again, he was a good kid and most importantly, my best friend, my only friend. That day, Reese was on the last day of his grounding. He was caught sneaking out at night. I was supposed to sneak out as well, but I got cold feet and stayed in bed. Reese went to the treehouse alone, and when he realized I wasn't there, returned home where his parents caught him trying to sneak back in. Reiss would always tease me, clocking and calling me a chicken. When I did stuff like this, I was sure that once he got loose from the confines of his room, he'd be all up in my ear about it. I entered the woods and was making my way to the treehouse. I was about 3/4 of the way they're swinging a stick. I found a while back pretending it was Excalibur. When I saw it, it was a black hole size of a bowling ball, levitating at eye level A few feet away, from me. It looked like someone took a picture and hole punched it, leaving a black spot in its place. I approached it curiously. I tried to go around it to get aside you of the thing, but it disappeared. I walked behind where it would have been, and it reappeared. The hole was paper thin and couldn't be seen from its sides. I looked at it intensely, trying to see anything inside. I looked down on Excalibur and lifted it upwards. I slowly inserted the stick into the black hole, suddenly like a vacuum, the whole absorbed stick, forcing me to let go. I fell backwards on my rear end, kicking my legs out and skittering back in a feeble attempt to create distance between the black hole on me. I breathed heavily as I stared at the hole in astonishment. Then the sticks spat out and fell at my feet. I was frozen in place for a good minute. I didn't know what to do. Then I had an idea. I ran over to a tree and grab an acorn off the ground. I went up to the hole and chucked the acorn in. I waited a minute and the acorn came out whizzing past my head. Whoa, I said, That's when I had another idea. I went home and grabbed the football for my room, just in case. My dad decided he wanted to play catch with me. I brought it to the black hole, got into a throwing stance, stretched my arm backward, winding up the shot than through. Of course, I missed the whole completely. I ran and grabbed the ball, got closer to the hole and threw it underhand. This time, it went in a minute pass and the ball popped right back out and bounced a few times before rolled up close to me. I smiled and prepared another throw. I got into the stance, stretched my arm backward and chucked it as hard as I could. This time, the ball went in. No problem. I mean, it went by and I just stood in front of the whole