TrisandTobiasForevs1

Ok kids. I am gonna give you an equation. Try to follow along.

2 kids+ Alien +Crazy old man - adult supervision= disaster.

Remember that. Now back to the story.

Andy was close behind Antoine. As they crouched through the forest. Being careful not to touch the prevalent poison oak that was ever present in the forest as usual.

"You sure this is the right way?" "Yeah I'm pretty sure Andy. I know these parts inside and out.
"Whatever you say farmer brown."

The floor was getting a little steep after they crossed the creek that served as a county line from the rural/suburban area that they lived in.

Being as they lived in rural Michigan they attempted to stray away from the farms. Not only because of the animals but also because one housed a crazy old man.

Old man McKenzie. Most people didn't know his first name except for the homely locals. Not even his kids. To them he was Mr. McKenzie.
He was a Stern 73 year old man. Made such by his 16 months in Southern Vietnam.

Enough about him. Remember.
2 kids+ Alien +Crazy old man - adult supervision= disaster.
Got that? lets continue.

"Finally, were here"

Now. I know what your thinking. " Wow they're in the woods. How cliche. First of all you're only part right. Second of all it's a Marsh. Andy is telling the story here. And yes I referred to myself in third person. Back to the story.

As Andy and Antoine climbed the rickety rope ladder, he noticed something.

Cicadas. How strange...

As they went in the tree house Andy noticed the features of the unnecessarily neat interior.

A trunk to the left of him. A shelf. But most importantly chairs and a stack of comics next to a Zipline.

Antoine was a prankster but Andy couldn't have anticipated he was this crafty. Well.. Partially. There was the teacher's lounge raccoon firecracker incident in 5th grade.
Also the rat infestation in Ms. Klok's room on parent teacher night..., and the main office stink bomb prank. (the author may or may not have done these in every school he's been in)

So.. as I stepped towards The Cyan Crusader issue #6, click.

"See you on the way down."

And at this moment I was strung by my belt loop cascading down a Zip line.