[ WP ] You find a typewriter in the middle of the forest . Curious , you try it out and learn that every time you write words on the paper , someone writes back

I was lost. I had only gone into the woods to find a spot to relax, and now I was lost. Mom and dad would n't come looking for me, they were too busy fighting over the latest stupid thing they disagreed on. Of course they would also assume that I had gone to a friends' house instead of stay there as that was my norm when they fought. Of course, gifts and apologies would be issued, with dad saying it was all my mom's fault and mom glaring at him only to thank him for once more casting her as the bad guy in the relationship. 
 
 Honestly? I do n't know why they stayed together. Staying with each other only made mine and my siblings' lives worse. My brother would often just shrug and say `` She knew what she was getting into before she moved us out here. She deserves this, we do n't.'' My little sister on the other hand would argue back about how dad lied to her the entire time they were supposed to be getting to know each other and how the truth was n't revealed until we were almost out here. Personally, I loved my mom and dad. I do n't think that my mom deserves the constant fighting and the mental beat-down she gets from dad. 
 
 But that did n't solve my current problem. 
 
 Mom always told us to stay put where we are if we ever get lost so that someone can find us easier. But no one knew I was out here. And if my absence was noted, it would be believed that I had gone to a friends house. I had maybe, two days before someone thought to look for me, counting today of course. Mom would call my friends in the morning to ask them to send me home, and she would find out that I was n't there. Then she would call and see if anyone knew where I would go, and those places would be searched. Then she would call the police, and dad would start another fight with her about how she was irresponsible and that it was her fault I left. 
 
 Mom always got blamed for things. Though, to hear dad tell it, he's the one who gets blamed. It's a never ending circle, and she should have just left him instead of agreeing to marrying him. 
 
 And that thought was what I had in my head as a strange metallic glint caught my eye. To the right of me sat a meadow, the kind my mother used to write about when she was a professional writer, back before dad told her that writing would never make her any money and she should give it up. It was huge! 
 
 The grass waved like the ocean water as the wind moved over it gently. Some grass was bright green, others were dark, there was even a hint of flowers scattered amongst the green that filled the air with a sweet scent that I could n't place. In the middle of it sat a huge tree that looked like the branches had come together to form a... treehouse? Curious, I walked up to the tree and noticed that there were notches in the trunk, almost like steps. 
 
 I climbed up. Maybe someone lived in the tree. Who knows what goes on out in the woods? 
 
 It was like a room inside. The branches had enough gaps between them that it looked like the light was dancing inside. And in the middle of the'floor' sat a typewriter. 
 
 The only reason why I knew what it was is because mom used to have one. Back before she stopped writing. She would type, and type, and type on that thing. Then, when dad complained of the noise, she switched to a computer to type, but she kept the typewriter. 
 
 *Well, let me at least entertain myself. It'll help pass the time at least. * I thought to myself as I sat down. 
 
 `` It is so lonely walking in the woods by myself, but at least it's better than being at home.'' 
 
 *'' Tell me about it'' * 
 
 Wait. What? I did n't type that! 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 *'' Hello! `` * 
 
 `` Who is this?'' 
 
 *'' My name is Sophia. What's yours? `` * 
 
 `` Abbey, it's short for Abigail.'' 
 
 *'' Hey! That's my middle name! Cool! Do you think we can be friends? `` * 
 
 `` How are you typing to me?'' 
 
 *'' Darned if I know. I just found this rusted out typewriter in the middle of my back yard and thought my mom had left it out. When I went to pick it up, it started typing. How are you typing to me? `` * 
 
 `` I got lost in the woods and found this awesome meadow with a tree in the middle of it. The tree looked like it had one of those natural looking tree houses so I climbed up and found this silver typewriter inside it.'' 
 
 *'' Cool! My mom's typewriter used to be silver, but she's used it so much that it's rubbed out and rusted in places. But it still works. What are you doing in the woods? `` * 
 
 `` My parents were fighting again, so I left to get away.'' 
 
 *'' I'm sorry. My parents used to fight, but mom left dad after about a year of living together in an apartment. He never did anything, complained all the time, and she got tired of it. `` * 
 
 `` Sounds like your mom is better than mine.'' 
 
 *'' Now do n't say that! I bet your mom is awesome too. Sometimes though, moms who have kids feel like they have to provide a male figure for the kids, so maybe she felt like she HAD to stay with him. `` * 
 
 `` This is n't good for kids.'' 
 
 *'' I know. But look, I'm going to keep my mom's typewriter for a while. Since you're lost, and my mom always says to stay where you are when you're lost so it makes it easier to find you, why do n't you stay there? I can talk to you through the typewriter when you feel lonely. `` * 
 
 `` I'd like that Sophia. Thank you.'' I felt tears welling up in my eyes that this strange girl who did n't know me was so nice. She seemed like the kind of girl I could have been had I been given the chance, the type of girl I actually am when I'm around my friends. 
 
 *'' Ok Abbey. And hey, do n't worry. I'll have mom figure out some way to help you ok? Do n't worry. Things'll be better soon. `` * 
 
 I certainly hope so.
