nd hit the shuffle. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake starts blaring in my

ming into the town." Dad says, sha

have to sit through hours of boredom in a car. I look out the window to find nothing but tree

me to Lup

Kristin the name of town to prove it actually exists. Once we

they live in the trees?" I ask looking up in the tr

This is still the towns territory, but the real town i

ill no sign of the actual town. "S

ould be here som

wn came into view. I'm surprised, I expected to see a

in the front of them. As we keep on driving, the houses seem to g

ust of been a mansion. We don't slow down, so all I ge

doors, is a gold knocker that seems to gleam brighter than the sun. The whole house, beside the doors, is a creme colored marble that clashes with the deep green of the forest that surrounds th

a rundown nobody town. Apparently, a very ric

, there seems to be more than meets the eye. Store upon store flashes by. Clothing, shoes, Family Do

n their street. Today seems to be one of the rare hot days as girls flounce around in low cut tank tops and shor

h the town, back into more residential areas. S

t is extremely chipped in some areas and had been through too many rain storms. There's a small front po

oks into the living room. The second story, however, has three windows side by side by side. I assume t

se, not even as nic

iPod on the backseat, not wanting to carry it. I look up at the house, a look o

the lock. It clicks open. He opens the door and steps inside. My mom goes in after h

creme color with a white carpet. It would easily hold our dark brown couch, glass coffee table, 36 inch TV and