Hanna lead the way to the strong roots of the large tree. They winded up the trunk like a spiral pattern. The lowest branch was close enough to grab without effort, and then from there it was like a winding staircase. Except for the lonesome branches that twisted into its own stairway to the sky.

I looked up and tried to figure the best way to go. There were several paths to take. It's kind of like life. Several roads leading into the unknown, you just have to choose the right ones. The thing with me, though, I like to take short cuts. Maybe not the best way to go but I'm not dead yet!

See, the way I see it: I have two consciences. One good, one bad. So far, the bad one has gotten me further in life than the good one ever did. Sure, it's a difficult path, choosing the bad conscience. But life is worth risking. IF you only live once, you better live it right. Right?

Before I could think to realize, Hanna was grabbing hold of the mighty branches and swinging her body into tight spaces to get to where she wanted to be. Then she stopped.

"Hey! Wake up, Miss Daydream! Climb up where I am on the opposite side and we'll race to the top!" she called down to me. She wasn't anything like the person you'd think she was, rich and all.

The thing about it all is, well, you can make anyone think you're somebody you're not. But you can't fool friends. They know you too well. And if they don't, they aren't your TRUE friends. Well, Hanna was put off to be a snooty rich girl, but really she's this amazingly fun and adventurous person to be around.

I rolled my eyes, even though she probably couldn't see it from up there. "The