"Hey mum! Me and Charlie are headed to the treehouse!"
"Ok, Isabel! Have fun you two!" Mrs. Holmes answered her beloved daughter who eagerly ran off, grabbing Charlie by a hand.
Her short brown hair still managing to bounce.

Once up the steps to the treehouse Charlie yanked Isabel's hand back, making her fall backwards as she screamed and fell back out of the clubhouse, out of the tree "Charlie!" She called out his name desperately before landing in a lump on the ground with a loud crack and a splatter of blood.
Charlie only laughed...
"You were never my friend Isabel."