Chapter 12

The next morning I woke up and continued to work on the now looking more like a boat thing. I decided to let Michael help and in exchange I was gonna let him ride to get off and stay in the treehouse. “Ok! Let’s get started!” I said. Michael looked at me and smiled and then I realized something that I hadn’t realized before. “I’ll be right back.” I said signaling for Owl to follow me. “Owl problem I think I love him but I don’t know! Ahh this is upsetting! Should I tell him? Should I act like I don’t care? What should I do?!? What would dad and Raps think?” I asked panicked. He just looked at me. “Thanks for the help” I said sarcastically and he said whooo (meaning “any time!”) “let’s go back!” I said rolling my eyes at him. We got back and Michael had made so much progress! He looked up and saw me “is everything ok?” He asked, looking concerned. “Yep! That looks amazing!” I said pointing to the boat. “Ya think so? Thanks!” He said smiling. “I have a question real quick. Who built that treehouse? It’s amazing!” He asked. “Me, Raps, Pascal, and Max. And thanks!” I said. “Really? Awesome! Who’s Max and Pascal?” He asked. “Max is Fidella’s boyfriend kinda and Pascal is Raps chameleon.” I said as I started working. “Oh that’s really cool!” He said, sounding super enthusiastic like Raps long lost twin. “So I think we should try to get off today. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it here! Last time we were here it took so long! I can only take so much of this island!” I said putting another piece of wood down and tying it together with some rope Micheal had. “Sounds good to me!” He said, sounding as over the island as I was.

We finally finished and we’re ready to set sail! I went and said bye to Alfons and got all of our stuff then hopped aboard. “Where are you headed?” I asked Michael, making sure the boat was secure one last time. “Wherever you are.” Michael said under his breath. “Huh?” I asked. “Oh uh Pittsford.” He said. “That’s where we are headed too!” I said trying really hard to sound like Raps. “Great! We better start if we wanna get there by sundown.” He said looking at the sky. “Owl, Fidella hop aboard!” I said as Michael got in. They got in and we set sail to Pittsford!